the Baroness, who saw an additional shade of gloom coming over Willis's countenance, "you know I never allow that. Come, Willis, let me find you a partner."
"No—no dancing, the exertion I made in that way last week quite unhinged me. Go to your gayer friends, Baroness, and leave me here to look on and envy the light hearted."
"No such thing; there is some charming music going on in the saloon. That will divert you, my dear friend," and so she carried off her victim to listen to a comic song.
Now, if there is one thing more than another, conducive to low spirits, it is that depressing invention—a comic song! The mere advertisements—"I'm a merry laughing girl," or "I too, am seventeen, Mamma!" if read early in the morning, particularly before breakfast, produce a degree of nausea that affects the health for the whole day. And the treat offered by the Baroness to Willis, was, to hear a young lady with a
