text:  The Englishman's vice has a business-like air with it that is intolerable--there is no illusion no refinement--it is coarse direct groveling brutality--it wears its own hideous aspect with no garnish or disguise; and how seldom even among that sex which these volumes are intended to instruct does the brow wreathed with roses amid the haunts of dissipation wear a gay a serene or even a contented aspect! Where all the treasures that inanimate nature can furnish are scattered in profusion--where the air is fragrant with perfume and vocal with melody how vainly do we look for the freshness and animation and the simplicity and single-mindedness of buoyant and delighted youth! We feel inclined amid this gloomy dissipation and depressing pleasure to reverse the most beautiful passage in Euripides and to say that the banquet and the festival do require all the heightening of art all the embellishments of luxury all the illusions of song to conceal the struggles of corroding interest and the pangs of constant mortification