Would to heaven! my dear Eugenius, thou hadst passed by, and beheld me sitting in my black coat, and in my lacka-day-sical manner, counting the throbs of it, one by one, with as much true devotion as if I had been watching the critical ebb or flow of her fever How wouldst thou have laugh'd and moralized upon my new profession! and thou shouldst

have laugh'd and moralized on Trust me, my dear Eugenius, I should have said, "there are worse occupations in this world than feeling a woman s pulse." But a

Grisset's! thou wouldst have said

in an open shop! Yorick

and

So much the better: for when my views are direct, Eugenius, I care not if all the world saw me feel it.