If you won't break down somewhere, as you always do, with some frightful false quantity, that you would get an imposition for, if you were a boy.

I wish you were.

I should like to see old Hoxton's face, if you were to show him up some of these verses." "I'll tell you what, Norman, if I was you, I would not make Decius flatter himself with the fame he was to get--it is too like the stuff every one talks in stupid books.

I want him to say--Rome--my country--the eagles--must win, if they do--never mind what becomes of me." "But why should he not like to get the credit of it, as he did?
Fame and glory--they are the spirit of life, the reward of such a death." "Oh, no, no," said Ethel.

"Fame is coarse and vulgar--blinder than ever they draw Love or Fortune--she is only a personified newspaper, trumpeting out all that is extraordinary, without minding whether it is good or bad.