Mrs. F. Not to like it, but to lose all foolish fears about it, and submit calmly to it when good for you. But I hope you have sense enough to do that already.
Why an Apple falls, p. [203].
EVENING XVII.
PHAETON JUNIOR: or, The Gig Demolished.
Ye heroes of the upper form,
Who long for whip and reins,
Come listen to a dismal tale,
Set forth in dismal strains.
Young Jehu was a lad of fame
As all the school could tell;