The seventy-fourth chapter is come at last; and brings nothing with it but a sad signature of 'How our pleasures slip from under us in this world!'

For in talking of my digression--I declare before heaven I have made it!

What a strange creature is mortal man! said she.

'Tis very true, said I--but 'twere better to get all these things out of our heads, and return to my uncle Toby.