Between caudle-cups and 'John Anderson,
my Jo-John,' it is my hope to pass the evening of my days with a
tolerable grace, and leave behind me some comely representatives,
who shall take up the burden of the ditty where I leave off.
On this head be sure you shall have no cause to complain of me. I
shall be no Malthusian, as you certainly have shown yourself. It
is the strangest thing to me, uncle, that, with all your SPOKEN
rapture for the sex, you should never have thought of securing for
yourself at least one among the crowd which you so indiscriminately
admire. Surely, a gentleman of your personal attractions--attractions
which seem resolute to cling to you to the last--could not have found
much difficulty in procuring the damsel he desired! And when, too,
your enthusiasm for the sex is known, one would think it only
necessary that you should fling your handkerchief, to have it
greedily grappled by the fairest of the herd. How is it, uncle--how
have you escaped from them--from yourself?"
"Pshaw, Warham, you are a fool!" exclaimed the senior, riding forward
with increasing speed.
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