Everybody knows those kisses, burnt almonds and sugar-plums, in their
envelopes of fringed and gaudy paper, with the concealed Waterloo
cracker inside, which it is so delightful to explode during supper-time
at an evening party; and everybody also knows that the motto which this
discharge of enlivening artillery sets free is generally the most
stupid, unmeaning thing it is possible to conceive. From a quantity we
select the following as a fair specimen of the prevailing style:—
"Beauty always fades away;
Virtue will for ever stay."