170 THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 
embassies, our matured politicians, at 
^10,000 a year with allowances, and 
our sucking diplomatists at £500 
with expectations? Were we always 
to come to the point at once, where 
would be all the pleasures of life ? 
Wine and woman would then imme¬ 
diately lose all attractions, for should 
we not be dead drunk in four minutes, 
and dead dead married in five ? 
No ; as far as I have been able to 
observe, all the authors of the pre¬ 
sent day, excepting myself, Horace 
Honeycomb, Esquire, are so fully 
imbued with the policy of not letting 
their readers come to the point at 
once, that they will often write you 
