And the small ripple spilt upon the beach Scarcely o'erpass'd the cream of your champagne, When o'er the brim the sparkling bumpers reach, That spring-dew of the spirit! the heart's rain! Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please,—the more because they preach in vain,— Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.

To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.

I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day.

Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.

I cannot describe to you the despairing sensation of trying to do something for a man who seems incapable or unwilling to do anything further for himself.