Must yield to him that danceth and 'moveth in the

circles' at Astley's.

For verily, O my daughter, the world is a masque

rade,

And God made thee one thing, that thou mightest

make thyself another:

A maiden's heart is as champagne, ever aspiring and struggling upwards,

And it needeth that its motions be checked by the silvered cork of Propriety:

He that can afford the price, his be the precious

treasure,

Let him drink deeply of its sweetness, nor grumble

if it tasteth of the cork.

Of Friendship.

Choose judiciously thy friends; for to discard them

is undesirable,

Yet it is better to drop thy friends, O my daugh

ter, than to drop thy 'H's'.

Dost thou know a wise woman? yea, wiser than the children of light?

Hath she a position? and a title? and are her parties in the Morning Post?

If thou dost, cleave unto her, and give up unto her thy body and mind;

Think with her ideas, and distribute thy smiles at her bidding:

So shalt thou become like unto her; and thy

manners shall be "formed,"

And thy name shall be a Sesame, at which the

doors of the great shall fly open :

Thou shalt know every Peer, his arms, and the

date of his creation,

His pedigree and their intermarriages, and cousins

to the sixth remove:

Thou shalt kiss the hand of Royalty, and lo! in

next morning's papers,

Side by side with rumours of wars, and stories of

shipwrecks and sieges,

Shall appear thy name, and the minutiae of thy head-dress and petticoat,

For an enraptured public to muse upon over their matutinal muffin.

Of Reading.

Read not Milton, for he is dry; nor Shakespeare,

for he wrote of common life;

Nor Scott, for his romances, though fascinating,

are yet intelligible:

Nor Thackeray, for he is a Hogarth, a photographer

who flattereth not:

Nor Kingsley, for he shall teach thee that thou

shouldest not dream, but do.

Read incessantly thy Burke; that Burke who, nobler

than he of old,

Treateth of the Peer and Peeress, the truly Sublime and Beautiful:

Likewise study the "creations" of "the Prince of modern Romance;"

Sigh over Leonard the Martyr, and smile on Pelham the puppy:

Learn how "love is the dram-drinking of ex

istence;"

And how we "invoke, in the Gadara of our still

closets,

The beautiful ghost of the Ideal, with the simple

wand of the pen."

Listen how Maltravers and the orphan "forgot all

but love,"

And how Devereux's family chaplain "made and

unmade kings:"

How Eugene Aram, though a thief, a liar, and

a murderer,

Yet, being intellectual, was amongst the noblest of

mankind.

So shalt thou live in a world peopled with heroes

and master-spirits;

And if thou canst not realize the Ideal, thou shalt

at least idealize the Real.