Such is the versatility of his nature, that he is called by a variety of names. Sometimes he is named "_Double-faced_," because he has two faces answering to his two tongues. Sometimes he is named "_Backbiter_," because if he ever bite any one it is behind his back, where he thinks he is not seen; and so soon is he out of sight, that you can only learn who has bitten you from some honest friend that saw him do it and instantly hide himself under a covering which he always carries about with him for such occasions. He is sometimes named a "_Sneak_," because he has not courage to say candidly to your face what he means, but creeps about slyly among other people to say it, that he may evade your notice, and at the same time retain your confidence in him as a personal friend. He is sometimes named a "_Snake-in-the-grass_," because he secretes himself in shady places, waiting his opportunity to sting without your knowing how or by whom it was done. In fine, he has been named a "_Hypocrite_," who comes to you in "sheep's clothing," but is in truth a "ravening wolf." "His love is lust, his friendship all a cheat, His smiles hypocrisy, his words deceit." He welcomes you with a shake of the hand at his door, and says in soft flattering words, "How glad I am to see you, Mr. Johnson! Pray do walk in;" and while you are laying your hat, gloves, and umbrella on the hall table, he whispers to some one in the parlour, "_That Johnson has just come in, and I am sure I don't care to see him_." Mrs. Stubbs informs her husband on arriving home in the evening that she met Mrs. Nobbs in the street, and invited her to take a friendly cup of tea with them to-morrow, and then adds with emphasis, "_but I do hope she will not come!_" A young gentleman complimented Miss Stokoe the other night in company upon her "exquisite touch on the piano" and the "nightingale tones of her voice in singing;" but as he was walking home from the party with Miss Nance, he said to her (of course in the absence of Miss Stokoe) that "_Miss Stokoe, after all that is said in her praise, is no more than an ordinary pianist and singer_." "That was a most excellent sermon you gave us this morning," said Mr. Clarke to the Rev. T. Ross, as he was dining with him at his house. "I hope it will not be long before you visit us again." "I am obliged for your compliment," replied Mr. Ross. A day or two after Mr. Clarke was heard to say that he had never listened to such "_a dull sermon, and he hoped it would be a long time ere the reverend gentleman appeared in their pulpit again_." "What darling little cherubs your twins are," said Mrs. Horton to Mrs. Shenstone in an afternoon gathering of ladies at her house. "I really should be proud of them if they were mine: such lovely eyes, such rosy cheeks, such beautiful hair, and withal such sweet expressions of the countenance! And then, how tastily they are dressed! Dear darlings! come and kiss me."