career? When John-Howard-Philanthropist wants to relieve misery he goes to find it in prisons, where crime is wretched⁠—not in huts and hovels, where virtue is wretched too. Who is the English poet who has won the most universal sympathy⁠—who makes the easiest of all subjects for pathetic writing and pathetic painting? That nice young person who began life with a forgery, and ended it by a suicide⁠—your dear, romantic, interesting Chatterton. Which gets on best, do you think, of two poor starving dressmakers⁠—the woman who resists temptation and is honest, or the woman who falls under temptation and steals? You all know that the stealing is the making of that second woman’s fortune⁠—it advertises her from length to breadth of good-humoured, charitable England⁠—and she is relieved, as the breaker of a commandment, when she would have been left to starve, as the keeper of it. Come here, my jolly little Mouse! Hey! presto! pass! I transform you, for the time being, into a respectable lady. Stop there, in the palm of my great big hand, my dear, and listen. You marry the poor man whom you love, Mouse, and one half your friends pity, and the other half blame you.