The time of mating is past with
him, and that young woman can see it "as quick as a flash of lightning."
He may be the man she could love if she "let go of herself," but his
slippery words do not mean "marry," and she "passes him around." He
loves to go to picnics and church sociables, for he must be amused, and
he hopes to find that pleasure in next Tuesday's donation party which he
did not get at last Friday's rehearsal.
THE TROUBLE ALL LIES
in his intense love of self. Society in general regards him as useful,
and pities him. The older women generally suppose he would marry the
first girl who would have him, and he himself hopes to sooner or later
to come across a lady who is superior to all others, and who has money
enough to pay her share of the expense of living. I wish him success,
for
HE IS GENERALLY A GOOD FELLOW,
and strictly a creature of circumstances. If we catch the small-pox
nothing is surer than that we will have it in spite of our pride. If a
man is cast into a mold of events where he is bound to be taught nothing
but selfishness, and to see nothing but the selfishness of others, the
wonder is that he will assume, in the matter of self-denial, those
relations, even for a day, which he so assiduously avoids for life.
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