Thoroughly worked into a white heat of indignation, we leave
the babes in the wood to be despatched by their ruffian
relatives, and go to other hotel. A larger parlor, larger
rows, but still three deep and solemn. A tall man, with a face
in which melancholy seems to be giving way to despair, a man
most proper for an undertaker, but palpably out of place in a
drawing-room, walks up and down incessantly, but noiselessly,
in a persistent endeavor to bring out a dance. Now he fastens
upon a newly arrived man. Now he plants himself before a bench
of misses. You can hear the low rumble of his exhortation and
the tittering replies. After a persevering course of entreaty
and persuasion, a set is drafted, the music galvanizes, and the
dance begins.

I like to see people do with their might whatsoever their hands
or their tongues or their feet find to do. A half-and-half
performance of the right is just about as mischievous as the
perpetration of the wrong. It is vacillation, hesitation, lack
of will, feebleness of purpose, imperfect execution, that works
ill in all life. Be monarch of all you survey. If a woman
decides to do her own housework, let her go in royally among
her pots and kettles, and set everything a-stewing and baking
and broiling and boiling, as a queen might. If she decides not
to do housework, but to superintend its doing, let her say to
her servant, "Go," and he goeth, to another, "Come," and he
cometh, to a third, "Do this," and he doeth it, and not potter
about. So, when girls get themselves up and go to Saratoga for
a regular campaign, let their bearing be soldierly. Let them
be gay with abandonment. Let them take hold of it as if they
liked it. I do not affect the word flirtation, but the thing