f t, assoon as a man une to make y. Every one rakes into es  trivialactions, and insults ing. Per I y by publis to it. to my  t least know me such as I am. Adieu, sir.

    o kno you ;

    Nine oclock.--Aand my fatory! It contains to one of tions I asked myself a  fame and pos t are dearly boug, , as Madame de Stael says, but undeuil eclatant de bonheur!

    tis better to be loent,to be perkd up in a glistering grief,And wear a golden sorrow.

    [ II., Scene 3.]