text:  Imagine the same scenes going on in England;--women after thirteen or fourteen years of marriage going dressed up as heathen goddesses in boats and being attended round enchanted isles by Bacchuses and Orsons dressed in shaggy skins and chanting doggerel till echo was dead beat! Bacchus a secretary at a salary of a hundred a-year--Orson a sub-collector of taxes! But more than all--let us think that the fault of the Sieur Lebrun does not seem to have consisted in the eyes of his mother and sister in allowing the intimacy between his wife and the friends but in putting a stop to it