City Crimes

m, drew her to his throbbing breast, and tasted the nectar of her ripe lips, which so plainly invited the salute. Ah Frank, Frank! thou hast gone too far to retract now! Thy hand plays with those ivory globes--thy lips kiss those rounded shoulders, and that beauteous neck--thy brain becomes dizzy, thy senses reel, and thy amorous soul bathes in a sea of rapturous delight!

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Truly, Frank Sydney, thou art a pretty fellow to prate about sallying forth at midnight to do good to thy fellow creatures!--Here we find thee, within an hour after thy departure from thy home, on an 'errand of mercy,' embraced in the soft arms of a pretty wanton, and revelling in the delights of voluptuousness. We might have portrayed thee as a paragon of virtue and chastity; we might have described thee as rejecting with holy horror the advances of that frail but exceedingly fair young lady--we might have made a saint of thee, Frank. But we prefer to depict human nature as it is not as it should be