Sixteenthly.—Marrying for Love is like digging for gold. It is to be hoped the speculation will succeed.
Moral.—Love in haste: marry at leisure.
(Altogether, I fancy, I'm wandering from Sunday Meditations. I don't think these are the jottings of Marcus Aurelius.)
Seventeenthly.—Here is something specially for Sunday:—
If you can't pay creditors, love them. It may not be exactly fulfilling the law of your country, but the sentiment is sublime and thoroughly Christian.
(This is a moral in itself. Happy Thought.—Make a moral first and invent the fable. Good.)
Eighteenthly.—We are all so vain that we can't imagine eternal happiness too much for us. The reverse of the medal is unpalatable.
Moral.—Be 'umble.
Nineteenthly.—There are few men, if any, with whom it is possible to reason concerning either Love or Religion.
Moral.—Don't try.