'poor human nature.' We see that the 'religious world,' like the 'great world,' and the 'sporting world,' and the 'literary world,'
By damning those she has no mind to;
and that because England is a money-making country, and money-making is an effeminate pursuit, therefore all sedentary and spoony sins, like covetousness, slander, bigotry, and self-conceit, are to be cockered and plastered over, while the more masculine vices, and no-vices also, are mercilessly hunted down by your cold-blooded, soft-handed religionists.'
'This is a more quiet letter than usual from me, my dear coz., for many of your reproofs cut me home: they angered me at the time; but I deserve them. I am miserable, self-disgusted, self-helpless, craving for freedom, and yet crying aloud for some one to come and guide me, and teach me; and who is there in these days who could teach a fast man, even if he would try? Be sure, that as long as you and yours make piety a synonym for unmanliness, you will never convert either me or any other good sportsman.'
'By the bye, my dear fellow, was I asleep or awake when I seemed to read in the postscript of your last letter, something about being driven to Rome after all?' . . . . . Why thither, of all places in heaven or earth? You know, I have no party interest in the question. All creeds are very much
