text:  Half afraid of course--for she is a lady evidently and you pique yourself on being a perfect gentleman--you venture as you pass to let your eye just glance within the sacred enclosure of blonde and primroses;--pshaw! it's old Miss Thingamy that you had to hand down to dinner the other day at Lady Dash's; and instantly catching your eye she gives you a condescending nod and you're forced to escort her all the way up to Portland Place! It's enough to make a man hang himself; and to say the truth many a poor fellow has been ruined by bonnets before now--even Napoleon himself had to pay for _thirty-six_ new bonnets within _one month_ for Josephine! Bonnets however have more to do with women than with men; and we defy our fair friends to prove that these articles of dress about which they are always so anxious (a woman--a regular genuine woman reader--will sacrifice a great deal for a bonnet ) are either useful or ornamental