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238 beloved object. Habit is a second nature, and what was at first pleasure is next necessity. Words, such nothings in themselves—trifles, so unimportant—walks, where there is nothing to see—amusements, where there is nothing to do—how delightful they become under some circumstances! Well, it would not do to be always in love; as a travelling merchant observed to his wife, who had indulged somewhat too liberally, for nearly a whole week, in the fascinating fluid called "mountain dew,"—"What! to-day again?—this won't do every day—you wouldn't be an angel, would you?" Though we differ in the gentleman's estimate of angelic nature, we will apply his words, and say to the enamoured—"This won't do every day—you wouldn't be an angel, would you?"