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"Is it not an astonishing thing that the saints, as well as the

wicked, have always quicksilver in their veins; and, not

contented with making a bustle themselves, they would make all

mankind, if they could, join the dance with them! Is there not a

fatality in it, that the most troublesome come to me,-to me who

never meddled with any body; they take me almost by the hair, and

thrust me into their concerns! me! who desire nothing, but to

live tranquilly, if they will let me do so. This mad knave Don

Roderick. What was there wanting to make him the happiest man in

the world, but a little prudence? He is rich, young, respected,

courted; but happiness is a burthen to him, it seems; so that he

must seek trouble for himself and his neighbour. He must set up,

forsooth, for a molester of women,-the most silly, the most

villanous, the most insane conduct in the world. He might ride to

paradise in a coach; and he prefers to go halting to the devil's

dwelling.