Doctor Gambado enjoyed every change of life, and lost no good condition either. He could look upon the calm sea with delight, and with the serenity of one who had not lived in vain. He always entertained the kindliest feelings of a brother for his sincere friend, Doctor Cassock, who used to drop in with any new number of the Spectator, and enjoy it. The domestic evenings spent in classical friendship are among the purest scholastic as well as domestic enjoyments. Envy he had none, and therefore was most to be envied of those who, like Mr. Deuce, or anyone else, never enjoyed the happiness of another. Promote the welfare of another, and you will find your own comfort increased. Detract from another, and nothing but envy will be your increase. The object with which this book was begun, and is finished, is to let you see, reader, how to make something out of that which might to many appear worse than nothing. Suppose that sixteen drawings of this character were given you, with nothing but the heading of each chapter written under them,--would you have made out a more comprehensive description of the probability of their truth? There is some profit in the labour, if your heart is in any way cheered by beholding the ingenuity of man. Works of art, or works of great expense, or great works of any kind, the Author makes no kind of pretence to perform; yet, if you are pleased with his ingenuity, grudge not a helping hand at any time to reward industry. Ah! little thought Gambado, in his day, As on he passed through life's uneven way, How many toils and troubles he would scan, Before he reached the common age of man! Yet on he went; and as his years declined, And quietude and peace becalmed his mind, He felt and owned, no greater bliss could be Than resignation for Eternity. "Ah!" he would say, "behold, dear wife, yon sea, Each wave seems striving for celebrity! It rolls along until it reach the shore, Then bursts in froth,--and then is seen no more! Still, on and on succeeding waves advance, And thus perpetual motion would enhance. 'Tis so with mortals striving on and on, They reach the shore,--and all their toil is gone. How oft yon waves, by angry tempests tost, Like human passions, are in fury lost; Dash'd on the rocks, their crested pride, in foam Sprays into atoms ere it finds a home."