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in an open carriage of any sort ? The Hon. Mrs. A. 

 wears such a dress in her britzka — why should not 

 Miss Bobbinet wear the same in a hired gig ? 



But though, from the Countess to the counter-girl, 

 they must go fast, I give them full credit for not 

 believing, or rather thinking, whether they go eight 

 miles an hour or fifteen, that horses suffer from it. 

 Ladies are bad judges of pace: they know if they 

 are going fast, but do not know how fast they are 

 going. "Women are d — d bad judges of pace, my good 

 fellow," said a friend of mine to me, whose pretty 

 and really amiable little mfe had spent in two months 

 in London the annual amount of their income. 



In the hope of in some degree diverting the anger 

 of ladies from what I have written, I do cheerfully and 

 confidently assert my belief, that though horses un- 

 questionably suffer much in their service, it in almost 

 all cases proceeds from their want of knowledge of 

 what occasions distress and sufferins; to them. Wo- 

 men, of all created beings, are in every sense of the 

 word the most generous minded, and least selfish. 

 Man will rarely sacrifice his interest or comfort for 

 AV^oman ; Woman constantly does hers for Man : it 

 seems one of the attributes of her nature to sacrifice 

 self for others: yet from thoughtlessness will the 

 same fair being keep her servants and horses waiting 

 in the most inclement night, while wasting, or worse 

 than wasting, her time in listening to the persiflage of 

 some coxcomb she inwardly despises. 



Some years since I was taken to a party by the 

 rather giddy wdfe of a friend of mine, who always 

 indulcred her in furnishins- her carriao'e with as fine a 



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pair of horses as any woman in London drove : her 

 carriage was ordered at one, intending to escape 



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