A True Party-man Hates And Despises Candour.

Poor David Hume Is Dying Fast, But With More Real Cheerfulness And Good Humor And With More Real Resignation To The Necessary Course Of Things, Than Any Whining Christian Ever Dyed With Pretended Resignation To The Will Of God.

In Ease Of Body, Peace Of Mind, All The Different Ranks Of Life Are Nearly Upon A Level And The Beggar Who Suns Himself By The Side Of The Highway, Possesses That Security Which Kings Are Fighting For.

A True Party-man Hates And Despises Candour.

Whenever The Legislature Attempts To Regulate Differences Between Masters And Their Workmen, Its Counsellors Are Always The Masters. When The Regulation, Therefore, Is In Favor Of The Workmen, It Is Always Just And Equitable; But It Is Sometimes Otherwise When In Favor Of The Masters.

It Is The Interest Of Every Man To Live As Much At His Ease As He Can; And If His Emoluments Are To Be Precisely The Same, Whether He Does Or Does Not Perform Some Very Laborious Duty, It Is Certainly His Interest, At Least As Interest Is Vulgarly Understood, Either To Neglect It Altogether, Or, If He Is Subject To Some Authority Which Will Not Suffer Him To Do This, To Perform It In As Careless And Slovenly A Manner As That Authority Will Permit.