A grave simplicity was what she chiefly admired in her favourite game. There was nothing silly in it, like the nob in cribbage--nothing superfluous. No _flushes_--that most irrational of all pleas that a reasonable being can set up:--that any one should claim four by virtue of holding cards of the same mark and colour, without reference to the playing of the game, or the individual worth or pretensions of the cards themselves! She held this to be a solecism; as pitiful an ambition at cards as alliteration is in authorship. She despised superficiality, and looked deeper than the colours of things.--Suits were soldiers, she would say, and must have a uniformity of array to distinguish them: but what should we say to a foolish squire, who should claim a merit from dressing up his tenantry in red jackets, that never were to be marshalled--never to take the field?--She even wished that whist were more simple than it is; and, in my mind, would have stript it of some appendages, which, in the state of human frailty, may be venially, and even commendably allowed of. She saw no reason for the deciding of the trump by the turn of the card. Why not one suit always trumps?--Why two colours, when the mark of the suits would have sufficiently distinguished them without it?-- "But the eye, my dear Madam, is agreeably refreshed with the variety. Man is not a creature of pure reason he must have his senses delightfully appealed to. We see it in Roman Catholic countries, where the music and the paintings draw in many to worship, whom your quaker spirit of unsensualizing would have kept out.--You, yourself, have a pretty collection of paintings--but confess to me, whether, walking in your gallery at Sandham, among those clear Vandykes, or among the Paul Potters in the ante-room, you ever felt your bosom glow with an elegant delight, at all comparable to _that_ you have it in your power to experience most evenings over a well-arranged assortment of the court cards?--the pretty antic habits, like heralds in a procession--the gay triumph-assuring scarlets--the contrasting deadly-killing sables--the 'hoary majesty of spades'--Pam in all his glory!-- "All these might be dispensed with; and, with their naked names upon the drab pasteboard, the game might go on very well, picture-less. But the _beauty_ of cards would be extinguished for ever. Stripped of all that is imaginative in them, they must degenerate into mere gambling.--Imagine a dull deal board, or drum head, to spread them on, instead of that nice verdant carpet (next to nature's), fittest arena for those courtly combatants to play their gallant jousts and turneys in!--Exchange those delicately-turned ivory markers--(work of Chinese artist, unconscious of their symbol,--or as profanely slighting their true application as the arrantest Ephesian journeyman that turned out those little shrines for the goddess)--exchange them for little bits of leather (our ancestors' money) or chalk and a slate!"--