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What A Fool You Must Be," Said My Head To My Heart, Or My Sterner To My Softer Self.

I May Be Permitted, Like The Doctors, To Cure A Greater Evil By A Less, For I Shall Not Fall Seriously In Love With The Young Widow, I Think, Nor She With Me - That's Certain - But If I Find A Little Pleasure In Her Society I May Surely Be Allowed To Seek It; And If The Star Of Her Divinity Be Bright Enough To Dim The Lustre Of Eliza's, So Much The Better, But I Scarcely Can Think It

But, God Knows Best, I Concluded.

Is It That They Think It A Duty To Be Continually Talking,' Pursued She: 'and So Never Pause To Think, But Fill Up With Aimless Trifles And Vain Repetitions When Subjects Of Real Interest Fail To Present Themselves? - Or Do They Really Take A Pleasure In Such Discourse?' 'very Likely They Do,' Said I; 'their Shallow Minds Can Hold No Great Ideas, And Their Light Heads Are Carried Away By Trivialities That Would Not Move A Better-furnished Skull; - And Their Only Alternative To Such Discourse Is To Plunge Over Head And Ears Into The Slough Of Scandal - Which Is Their Chief Delight.

No Generous Mind Delights To Oppress The Weak, But Rather To Cherish And Protect.