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The New Monthly Magazine (1823)

A good man in the city, may be a very bad man in all other regions; and many things which are good in law, are either wicked or absurd beyond the precincts of the Temple and Lincoln's Inn.
But of all the pests of society, keep me from a "good sort of woman." How she torments her servants! how she plagues her husband! how she interferes with her neighbours!
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The New Monthly Magazine (1823)

Like the Greek or Persian king (Messrs. Clack and Caterer will not be precise as to the nation) who pined to death in the midst of plenty, gentlemen thus jumping into high-life, from the abysses of Lower Thames-street and Saint Mary Axe, lament the lack of good dinner company. If they rely upon coffee-house society, their silver spoons are in jeopardy; and if they invite their own relations, they are ruined: nobody will come twice to such society.
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The New Monthly Magazine (1823)

A good sort of woman has neither wit nor wisdom, charity, taste, nor good-nature. She is so candid, that she will excuse all faults in those who have the world's protection; and she is so pure and immaculate, that she can find nothing in favour of those whom the world pursues.
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