2 GLAUCUS ; OR, 
up one parade and down another, interminable 
reading of the silliest of novels, over which you fall 
asleep on a bench in the sun, and probably have 
your umbrella stolen; a purposeless fine-weather 
sail in a yacht, accompanied by many ineffectual 
attempts to catch a mackerel, and the consumption 
of many cigars; while your boys deafen your ears, 
and endanger your personal safety, by blazing away 
at innocent gulls and willocks, who go off to die 
slowly; a sport which you feel to be wanton, and 
cowardly, and cruel, and yet cannot find in your 
heart to stop, because “the lads have nothing else 
to do, and at all events it keeps them out of the bil- 
liard-room ;” and after all, and worst of all, at night 
a soulless réchauffé of third-rate London frivolity; 
this is the life-in-death in which thousands spend 
the golden weeks of summer, and in which you con- 
fess with a sigh that you are going to spend them. 
Now I will not be so rude as to apply to you 
the old hymn-distich about one who 
- finds some mischief still 
For idle hands to do;:” 
