“At least,” continued Sparkle, “it is a study from Real Life, and delineates the London manners; for although I have been a mingler in the gaieties and varieties of a London Life, I have always held the same opinions with respect to the propriety of the manners and customs adopted, and have endeavoured to read as I ran; and it cannot be denied, that, in the eye of fashion, nothing can be more amiable than to deviate, or at least to affect a deviation, from nature, for to speak or act according to her dictates, would be considered vulgar and common-place in the last degree; to hear a story and not express an emotion you do not feel, perfectly rude and unmannerly, and among the ladies particularly. To move and think as the heart feels inclined, are offences against politeness that no person can ever in honour or delicacy forgive.” “Come, come,” said Tom, “don't you be so hard on the blessings of Life-- “For who, that knows the thrilling touch Which Woman's love can give, Would wish to live for aught so much, As bid those beauties live? For what is life, which all so prize, And all who live approve, Without the fire of Woman's eyes, To bid man live and love?” Sparkle affected to laugh, appeared confused, and look'd down for a few moments, and they walk'd on in silence. “I perceive,” said Tom, “how the matter stands--well, I shall not be a tormentor--but remember I expect an introduction to the fair enslaver. I thought you 'defy'd the mighty conqueror of hearts,' and resolved to be free.” “Resolutions, as well as promises, are easily made,” said Sparkle, “but not always so easily accomplished or performed--nor are you always accurate in your conceptions of circumstances; but no matter, your voyages are always made in search of discoveries, and, in spite of your resolutions, ~183~~you may perchance be entrapp'd. But no more of this; I perceive your raillery is directed to me, and I hope you enjoy it.” “Faith,” replied Tom, “you know I always enjoy your company, but I don't recollect to have found you in so prosing a humour before--Pray, which way are you directing your coursel?” During the latter part of this conversation, Bob and young Mortimer were employed in admiring the fine piece of water which presented itself to their notice in the Serpentine River. “Merely for a ride,” was the reply; “any way you please, to pass away the time.” “Mighty cavalier, truly,” said Tom; “but come, here we are at Kensington, let us mount, and away.” “Remember, I expect you and Mr. Tallyho to accompany me in the evening to a family-party. I have already stated my intention, and you are both expected.” “Upon these terms then, I am your man, and I think I may answer for my Cousin.”