Last night, in my chamber near the hayloft, I dreamt that I had passed over an almost interminable wilderness--an enormous wall rose before me, the wall, methought, was the great wall of China:--strange figures appeared to be beckoning to me from the top of the wall; such visions are not exactly to be sneered at.

Not that such phantasmagoria," said I, raising my voice, "are to be compared for a moment with such desirable things as fashion, fine clothes, cheques from uncles, parliamentary interest, the love of splendid females.

Ah! woman's love," said I, and sighed.
"What's the matter with the fellow ?" said Francis Ardry.
"There is nothing like it," said I.
"Like what ?" "Love, divine love," said I.
"Confound love," said Francis Ardry, "I hate the very name; I have made myself a pretty fool by it, but trust me for ever being caught at such folly again.

In an evil hour I abandoned my former pursuits and amusements for it; in one morning spent at Joey's there was more real pleasure than in.

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