I Make It A Kind Of Pious

That Favorite Subject, Myself.

Writing A Book I Have Found To Be Like Building A House. A Man Forms A Plan, And Collects Materials. He Thinks He Has Enough To Raise A Large And Stately Edifice; But After He Has Arranged, Compacted And Polished, His Work Turns Out To Be A Very Small Performance. The Authour However Like The Builder, Knows How Much Labour His Work Has Cost Him; And Therefore Estimates It At A Higher Rate Than Other People Think It Deserves

I Fancy Mankind May Come, In Time, To Write All Aphoristically.

But What Can A Man See Of A Library Being One Day In It?

Drinking Is In Reality An Occupation Which Employs A Considerable Portion Of The Time Of Many People; And To Conduct It In The Most Rational And Agreeable Manner Is One Of The Great Arts Of Living.