ng them under the domestic
regime, than if they were hawked about to parties and concerts without
end, to be angled for by the butterflies of fashion, who can only exist
in the atmosphere of a ballroom and would die of nil admirari-ism if out
of sight of Coote's baton!

Your man really worth marrying, in the true sense of the word and not
speaking of the value of his rent-roll, likes to know something more of
his future wife-that-is-to-be, beyond what he is able to pick up from
meeting her in society. Think, how many of her most engaging charms he
must remain ignorant of; and then, what on earth can he know of her
disposition?

The most hot-tempered young lady in the world will manage to control her
anger, and tutor herself to smile sweetly, when her awkward, albeit
rich, partner tears off her train during his elephantine gambols in the
gallop. She may even say, with the most unaffected affectation of
perfect candour that "really it doesn't matter at all," laughing at the
mishap; but I should just like you to hear what she exclaims when her
obnoxious little brother, Master Tommy, playfully dabbles his raspberry-
jam'd fingers over her violet silk dress, or converts her new Dolly
Varden hat into a temporary entomological museum!

Observation in the family would enable Coelebs to mark these little
episodes more closely, judging for himself the temper and tact of the
idol of his fancy; while, at the same time, he might discover many
admirable little traits of kindness and charity and grace, which can
only be seen to advantage when displayed naturally in the home circle.

The moral is obvious.

Depend upon it, if there were a little more of this freedom of
intercourse between our girls and young men, we would have a
considerably less number of sour, disappointed virgins in our annual
census; and, less vice and dissipation on the part of hot-brained
youths, who, frequently, only give way to "fast life," through feeling a
void in their daily routine of existence that stereotyped fashion is
unable to fill. Besides, it would be a perfect godsend to thousands of
unhappy bachelors, who sigh for the realities of domesticity amidst the
artificiality and rottenness of London society.

Some good-natured Mayfair dame, I believe, introduced the "Kettledrum"
for the especial saving of poor young men who did not know what to do
with their afternoons in our arid Belgravian desert. But, a little more
is wanted besides five-o'clo