Mr. Scribble, they are dangerous kind of combustibles: and then there is that faith without works gives such encouragement. Its all as one as if I was to live as I pleased at an ale-house, and tell the landlord I believe you to be a very good sort of a man. He, every time I ran up a score, would take a wet cloth and wash the chalk. By Jasus he would not want customers. Now, sir, as you appear to be a man of great sense, I wish to consult you on a point of conscience and sacrecy. You see, sir, to confess the truth, my wife, the large fat lady with the red hair, that set opposite to you, is none of the handsomest, and besides, as Louis XV. Emperor of Germany observed, toger perde[1], which it seems in their language is, too much of one thing is enough. What with the bathing and sea air, and the bracing and one thing or another, and looking at the sweet crea-*
- ↑ Meaning, perhaps, toujours perdrix.
