I could not help being exceedingly amused by a book written the other day, which professes to give an accurate description of good society.

Not knowing what to make us say in English, the author has made us talk nothing but French.

I have often wondered what common people think of us, since in their novels they always affect to pourtray us so different from themselves.

I am very much afraid we are in all things exactly like them, except in being more simple and unaffected.

The higher the rank, indeed, the less pretence, because there is less to pretend to.