His praying seems
to me very unnatural. Here, he's a perfect stranger in the place,
yet he never shows any curiosity to see the people. He never once
looks around him. He walks to the church with his eye cast upon
the ground, and sometimes he squints to this side and sometimes
to that, but he seems to do it slyly, and seems to take pains that
nobody should see him doing, it. All this might answer for an old
man, who--believes that everything is vanity--as, indeed, everything
must seem to old people; but to a young fellow, full of blood,
who eats well, drinks well, sleeps well, and should naturally have
a hankering after a young girl, all this is against nature. Now,
what's against nature is wrong, and there's wrong at the bottom of
it. Youth is the time to laugh, dance, sing, play on the violin,
and always have a sweetheart when it can find one. If you can't get
a beauty take a brown; and if Mary won't smile, Susan will. But
always have a sweetheart; always be ready for fun and frolic; that's
the way for the young, and when they don't take these ways, it's
unnatural--there's something wrong about it, and I'm suspicious of
THAT person.
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