text:  Oh this penury that goes well clad and is warmly housed and makes a mock of its own anguish--I'd rather die on the wheel or be starved to death in a dungeon! "My excellent friend!" cried Griffith startled from his quiescent posture and tranquil occupation by the growing excitement of his companion "what has possessed you? Is it the daughter of our worthy host--is it Emily Sherwood the nymph who haunts these woods--who has given birth to this marvellous train of reflection? to this rhapsody on the omnipresence of woman which I certainly had never discovered and on the misery of a snug bachelor's income which to me is still more incomprehensible? I confess however it would be difficult to find a better specimen of this fearfully fascinating sex