And can you come and drink tea with me and Selina, and my aunt?
Papa and mamma dine out, but you know I am always your faithful Chesterfield Street." And so on.

He has all the domestic accomplishments; he plays on the violoncello: he sings a delicious second, not only in sacred but in secular music.

He has a thousand anecdotes, laughable riddles, droll stories (of the utmost correctness, you understand) with which he entertains females of all ages; suiting his conversation to stately matrons, deaf old dowagers (who can hear his clear voice better than the loudest roar of their stupid sons-in-law), mature spinsters, young beauties dancing through the season, even rosy little slips out of the nursery, who cluster round his beloved feet.

Societies fight for him to preach their charity sermon.

You read in the papers, "The Wapping Hospital for Wooden-legged Seamen .-- On Sunday the 23rd, Sermons will be preached in behalf of this charity, by the Lord Bishop of Tobago in the morning, in the afternoon by the Rev.C.Honeyman, A.M., Incumbent of," etc.