'No, Madam, indeed,' cried Juliet: 'I admire, most feelingly, the noble art of declamation:--how, then, can I condemn the profession which gives to it life and soul? which personifies the most exalted virtues, which brings before us the noblest characters, and makes us witnesses to the sublimest actions? The stage, well regulated, would be the school of juvenile emulation; would soothe sorrow in the unhappy, and afford merited relaxation to the laborious. Reformed, indeed, I wish it, and purified; but not destroyed.' 'Why, then, do you disdain to wear the buskins?' 'Disdain is by no means the word. Talents are a constant source to me of delight; and those who,--rare, but in existence,--unite, to their public exercise, private virtue and merit, I honour and esteem even more than I admire; and every mark I could shew, to such, of consideration,--were I so situated as to bestow, not require protection!--I should regard as reflecting credit not on them, but on myself.' 'Pen and ink!' cried Elinor, impatiently: 'I'll write for you to the manager this moment!--' 'Hold, Madam!' cried Juliet smiling: 'Much as I am enchanted with the art, I am not going to profess it! On the contrary, I think it so replete with dangers and improprieties, however happily they may sometimes be combatted by fortitude and integrity, that, when a young female, not forced by peculiar circumstances, or impelled by resistless genius, exhibits herself a willing candidate for public applause;--she must have, I own, other notions, or other nerves, than mine!' 'Ellis, Ellis! you only fear to alarm, or offend the men--who would keep us from every office, but making puddings and pies for their own precious palates!--Oh woman! poor, subdued woman! thou art as dependant, mentally, upon the arbitrary customs of man, as man is, corporally, upon the established laws of his country!' She now grew disturbed, and went on warmly, though nearly to herself.