You know the vulgar distich among our set.

Nothing can be truer,-- "'Hanging is 'nation More nice than starvation!' You will not carry off some of the common stock, though I think you justly might, considering how much you have put into it.

What, then, shall we do?
Work we cannot, beg we will not; and, between you and me, we are cursedly extravagant! What remains but marriage ?" "It is true," said Clifford, with a half sigh.
"You may well sigh, my good fellow.

Marriage is a lackadaisical proceeding at best; but there is no resource.

And now, when you have got a liking to a young lady who is as rich as a she-Craesus, and so gilded the pill as bright as a lord mayor's coach, what the devil have you to do with scruples ?" Clifford made no answer, and there was a long pause; perhaps he would not have spoken so frankly as he had done, if the wine had not opened his heart.
"How proud," renewed Tomlinson, "the good old matron at Thames Court would be if you married a lady! You have not seen her lately ?" "Not for years," answered our hero.