Chubb and
burning down Club-houses in St. James's, there is ONE Snob at who will
not think the worse of you.
The only men who, as I opine, ought to be allowed the use of Clubs, are
married men without a profession. The continual presence of these in a
house cannot be thought, even by the most loving of wives, desirable.
Say the girls are beginning to practise their music, which in an
honourable English family, ought to occupy every young gentlewoman three
hours; it would be rather hard to call upon poor papa to sit in the
drawing-room all that time, and listen to the interminable discords and
shrieks which are elicited from the miserable piano during the above
necessary operation. A man with a good ear, especially, would go mad, if
compelled daily to submit to this horror.
Or suppose you have a fancy to go to the milliner's, or to Howell and
James's, it is manifest, my dear Madam, that your husband is much better
at the Club during these operations than by your side in the carriage,
or perched in wonder upon one of the stools at Shawl and Gimcrack's,
whilst young counter-dandies are displaying their wares.
This sort of husbands should be sent out after breakfast, and if not
Members of Parliament, or Directors of a Railroad, or an Insurance
Company, should be put into their clubs, and told to remain there until
dinner-time. No sight is more agreeable to my truly regulated mind than
to see the noble characters so worthily employed.
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