Apollo has a large circle of relatives; but his “keenness of perception, and deep love, of the beautiful” are so great, that none of them _exactly_ meet his views. His “moral excellence,” however, does not prevent his making the most of them. He has a way of dodging them adroitly, when they call for a reciprocation, either in a business or a social way; or, if, at any time, there is a necessity for inviting them to his house, he does it when he is at his _country_ residence, where their _greenness_ will not be out of place. Apollo never says an uncivil thing--never; he prides himself on that, as well as on his perfect knowledge of human nature; therefore, his sins are all sins of omission. His tastes are very exquisite, and his nature peculiarly sensitive; consequently, he cannot bear trouble. He will tell you, in his elegant way, that trouble “annoys” him, that it “bores” him; in short, that it unfits him for life--for business; so, should you hear that a friend or relative of his, even a brother or a sister, was in distress, or persecuted in any manner, you could not do Apollo a greater injury (in his estimation) than to inform him of the fact. It would so grate upon his sensitive spirit,--it would so “annoy” him; whereas, did he not hear of it until the friend, or brother, or sister, were relieved or buried, he could manage the matter with his usual urbanity and without the slightest draught upon his exquisitely sensitive nature, by simply writing a pathetic and elegant note, expressing the keenest regret at not having known “all about it” in time to have “flown to the assistance of his dear”----&c. Apollo prefers friends who can stand grief and annoyance, as a rhinoceros can stand flies--friends who can bear their own troubles and all his--friends who will stand between him and everything disagreeable in life, and never ask anything in return. To such friends he clings with the most touching tenacity--as long as he can use them; but let their good name be assailed, let misfortune once overtake them, and his “moral excellence” compels him, at once, to ignore their existence, until they have been extricated from all their troubles, and it has become perfectly safe and _advantageous_ for him to renew the acquaintance. Apollo is keenly alive to the advantages of social position, (not having always enjoyed them;) and so, his Litany reads after this wise: From all questionable, unfashionable, unpresentable, and vulgar persons, Good Lord, deliver us! SPOILED LITTLE BOY. “Boo-hoo!--I’ve eaten so--m-much bee-eef and t-turkey, that I can’t eat any p-p-plum p-p-pudding!”