Chapter 1648 of 1964 · 61 words · ~1 min read

XIX.

'T is said--indeed a general complaint-- That no one has succeeded in describing The _monde_, exactly as they ought to paint: Some say, that authors only snatch, by bribing The porter, some slight scandals strange and quaint, To furnish matter for their moral gibing; And that their books have but one style in common-- My Lady's prattle, filtered through her woman.