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Jennie's a good sort, yet sometimes she talks rot " "George," said Mrs. Tollemache, "pack up my portfolio. We are going to lunch with your friends. Mrs. Courtenay and I have so much to talk about. We find we think alike on many points. I am delighted to have met your wife, Captain Courtenay. My husband raves about her."

"Don't ask me why, for I don't know. Pray don't ask me why, pray don't be sorry, pray don't be vexed with me! I have nothing to do with it indeed! "He complains of you and raves of you," added the child, "I don't know what you have done, but I hope it's nothing very bad." "I done!" roared Kit. "He cries that you're the cause of all his misery," returned the child, with tearful eyes.

There are many notes also showing how the two friends played into each other's hands. This one is a sample: 21 CHARLES STREET, July 17, 1864. MY DEAR MR. FIELDS, Can you tell me anything that will get this horrible old woman of the C California off from my shoulders? Do you know anything about this pestilent manuscript she raves about?

In France right now the purely corporal recipe has brought upon itself such discredit that two clans have arisen: the liberal, which prunes naturalism of all its boldness of subject matter and diction in order to fit it for the drawing-room, and the decadent, which gets completely off the ground and raves incoherently in a telegraphic patois intended to represent the language of the soul intended rather to divert the reader's attention from the author's utter lack of ideas.

His undeveloped spirituality leaves him without even so much power to adjust himself to the divine order of progress, by way of the gates of death rebirth as have his humble progenitors, his representatives in the animal kingdom; and so he plants himself upon his fancied prerogatives, and turns his dulled senses away from the God-call: "Come up higher," and moans and raves, and howls his despair in sounds and terms indicative of his tribal, or racial environment and relationship.

He himself often resembled Lady Bolingbroke's Lively description of Pope; that 'he was un politique aux choux et aux raves. He would say, 'I dine to-day in Grosvenor-square; this might be with a Duke: or, perhaps, 'I dine to-day at the other end of the town: or, 'A gentleman of great eminence called on me yesterday. He loved thus to keep things floating in conjecture: Omne ignotum pro magnifico est.

If so, partly because women, being more solitary, brood more unceasingly over cherished ideas, whether good or evil; partly also, for the same reason that makes a wicked gentleman, who has lost caste and character, more irreclaimable than a wicked clown, low-born and lowbred, namely, that in proportion to the loss of shame is the gain in recklessness: but principally, perhaps, because in extreme wickedness there is necessarily a distortion of the reasoning faculty; and man, accustomed from the cradle rather to reason than to feel, has that faculty more firm against abrupt twists and lesions than it is in woman; where virtue may have left him, logic may still linger; and he may decline to push evil to a point at which it is clear to his understanding that profit vanishes and punishment rests; while woman, once abandoned to ill, finds sufficient charm in its mere excitement, and, regardless of consequences, where the man asks, "Can I?" raves out, "I will!"

He is angrier than I have ever known him to be. He swears that with a pen's flourish you have imperiled the well-being of England, and raves in the same breath of the preferment he had designed for you. Beware of him. For my own part, I shrug and acquiesce, because I am familiar with your pranks.

I'll be glad to pay you if you don't mind. I hate to be laughed at; and I know if some one would just help me alone I should do as well as the rest, for Professor Ludwig raves at us all."

Yesterday, when I left, the morning was brilliant, and after ascending the pali, I stayed for some time on an eminence which commands the valley, presented by Mr. Wyllie to Lady Franklin, in compliment to her admiration of its loveliness. Hanalei has been likened by some to Paradise, and by others to the Vale of Caschmir. Everyone who sees it raves about it.