Practiced the foreign vice of perfecting himself in the art of playing on a musical instrument and couldn't learn the English virtue of knowing a good horse when he saw him.

Got through life.
(Heaven only knows how!) without either a biceps or a betting-book.
Had openly acknowledged, in English society, that he didn't think the barking of a pack of hounds the finest music in the world.

Could go to foreign parts, and see a mountain which nobody had ever got to the top of yet--and didn't instantly feel his honor as an Englishman involved in getting to the top of it himself.

Such people may, and do, exist among the inferior races of the Continent.

Let us thank Heaven, Sir, that England never has been, and never will be, the right place for them! Arrived at Nagle's Hotel, and finding nobody to inquire of in the hall, Julius applied to the young lady who sat behind the window of "the bar." The young lady was reading something so deeply interesting in the evening newspaper that she never even heard him.