Head.  These are the eternal consequences of your warmth and precipitation.  This is one of the scrapes into which you are ever leading us.  You confess your follies, indeed; but still you hug and cherish them; and no reformation can be hoped, where there is no repentance.

Heart.  Oh, my friend! this is no moment to upbraid my foibles.  I am rent into fragments by the force of my grief!  If you have any balm, pour it into my wounds; if none, do not harrow them by new torments.  Spare me in this awful moment!  At any other, I will attend with patience to your admonitions.

Head.  On the contrary, I never found that the moment of triumph, with you, was the moment of attention to my admonitions.  While suffering under your follies, you may perhaps be made sensible of them; but, the paroxysm over, you fancy it can never return.  Harsh, therefore, as the medicine may be, it is my office to administer it.  You will be pleased to remember, that when our friend Trumbull used to be telling us of the merits and talents of these good people, I never ceased whispering to you that we had no occasion for new acquaintances; that the greater their merit and talents, the more dangerous their friendship to our tranquillity, because the regret at parting would be greater.

Heart.  Accordingly, Sir, this acquaintance was not the consequence of my doings.  It was one of your projects, which threw us in the way of it.  It was you, remember, and not I, who desired the meeting at Legrand and Motinos.  I never trouble myself with domes nor arches.  The Halle aux bleds might have rotted down, before I should have gone to see it.  But you, forsooth, who are eternally getting us to sleep with your diagrams and crotchets, must go and examine this wonderful piece of architecture; and when you had seen it, oh! it was the most superb thing on earth!  What you had seen there was worth all you had yet seen in Paris!  I thought so too.  But I meant it of the lady and gentleman to whom we had been presented; and not of a parcel of sticks and chips put together in pens.  You then, Sir, and not I, have been the cause of the present distress.

Head.  It would have been happy for you, if my diagrams and crotchets had gotten you to sleep on that day, as you are pleased to say they eternally do.  My visit to Legrand and Motinos, had public utility for its object.  A market is to be built in Richmond.  What a commodious plan is that of Legrand and Motinos; especially, if we put on it the noble dome of the Halle aux bleds.  If such a bridge as they showed us, can be thrown across the Schuylkill, at Philadelphia, the floating bridges taken up, and the navigation of that river opened, what a copious resource will be added of wood and provisions, to warm and feed the poor of that city?  While I was occupied with these objects, you were dilating with your new acquaintances, and contriving how to prevent a separation from them.  Every soul of