It is all vanity to be sure, but who will not own to liking a little of it? I should like to know what wellconstituted mind, merely because it is transitory,dislikes roast beef? That is a vanity, but may every man who reads this have a wholesome portion of it through life, I beg: aye, though my readers were five hundred thousand. Sit down, gentlemen, and fall to,with a good hearty appetite; the fat, the lean, the gravy,the horse-radish as you like it—don't spare it. Another glass of wine, Jones, my boy—a little bit of the Sunday side. Yes, let us eat our fill of the vain thing and be thankful therefor. And let us make the best of Becky's aristocratic pleasures likewise—for these too,like all other mortal delights, were but transitory.