tyranny of perpetual restraint, and give him courage to abjure it."

"I am ready enough to allow," answered Mr Monckton, "that an
eccentric genius, such, for example, as yours, may murmur at the
tediousness of complying with the customs of the world, and wish,
unconfined, and at large, to range through life without any settled
plan or prudential restriction; but would you, therefore, grant the
same licence to every one? would you wish to see the world peopled
with defiers of order, and contemners of established forms? and not
merely excuse the irregularities resulting from uncommon parts, but
encourage those, also, to lead, who without blundering cannot even
follow?"

"I would have _all_ men," replied Belfield, "whether
philosophers or ideots, act for themselves. Every one would then
appear what he is; enterprize would be encouraged, and imitation
abolished; genius would feel its superiority, and folly its
insignificance; and then, and then only, should we cease to be
surfeited with that eternal sameness of manner and appearance which
at present runs through all ranks of men."

"Petrifying dull work this, _mon ami!_" said the Captain, in a
whisper to Morrice, "_de grace_, start some new game."

"With all my heart," answered he; and then, suddenly jumping up,
exclaimed, "A hare! a hare!"

"Where?--where?--which way?" and all the gentlemen arose, and ran to
different windows, except the master of the house, the object of
whose pursuit was already near him.