There is the Paris sadness, which is that of satiety and reaction, and the Viennese, which is that of Strauss. / There is the Bostonian, which is commercial literary; and the New Yorkian, which is blague commercial—yet no bad spirit withal—and the Philadelphian, which is peculiar in being without a peculiarity, which moveth silently, divineth unutterable things within itself, and behaveth decently,—a very commeil faut sort of sadness! / These are the varieties of sadness, pertaining to each city.