tyranny of his mess-mates and the harshness of his
superiors for adulation and respect. Was he happier? No. In this
world, whether in boyhood or riper years, the happiest state of
existence is when under control. Although contrary to received opinion,
this is a fact; but I cannot now stop to demonstrate the truth of the
assertion.

Life may be compared to a gamut of music: there are seven notes from our
birth to our marriage, and thus may we run up the first octave; milk,
sugar-plums, apples, cricket, cravat, gun, horse; then comes the wife, a
_da capo_ to a new existence, which is to continue until the whole
diapason is gone through. Lord Aveleyn ran up his scale like others
before him.

"Why do you not marry, my dear Frank?" said the dowager Lady Aveleyn,
one day, when a thick fog debarred her son of his usual pastime.

"Why, mother, I have no objection to marry, and I suppose I must one of
these days, as a matter of duty; but I really am very difficult, and if
I were to make a bad choice, you know a wife is not like this gun, which
will go _off_ when I please."

"But still my dear Frank, there are many very eligible matches to be
made just now."

"I do not doubt it, madam; but pray who are they?"

"Why, Miss Riddlesworth."

"A very pretty girl, and I am told a large fortune. But let me hear the
others first."

"Clara Beauchamp, well connected, and a very sweet girl."

"Granted also, for any thing I know to the contrary. Have you more on
your list?"

"Certainly. Emily Riddlesdale; not much fortune, but very highly
connected indeed. Her brother, Lord Riddlesdale is a man of great
influence."

"Her want of money is no object, my dear mother, and the influence of
her brother no inducement. I covet neither. I grant you that she is a
very nice girl. Proceed."

"Why, Frank, one would think that you were a sultan with his
handkerchief. There is Lady Selina Armstrong."

"Well, she is a very fine girl, and talks well."

"There is Harriet Butler, who has just come out."

"I saw her at the last ball we were at--a very pretty creature."

"Lady Jemima Calthorpe."

"Not very good-looking, but clever and agreeable."

"There is Louisa Manners, who is very much admired."

"I admire her very much myself."

"Well, Frank, you have exhausted my catalogue. There is not one I have
mentioned who is not unexceptionable, and whom I would gladly embrace as
a daughter-in-law. You are now turned of forty