Men Must Work, And Women Must Weep.

Madame Nature Allows No Dangerous Classes, In The Modern Sense. She Has, Doubtless For Some Wise Reason, No Mercy For The Weak. She Rewards Each Organism According To Its Works; And If Anything Grows Too Weak Or Stupid To Take Care Of Itself, She Gives It Its Due Deserts By Letting It Die And Disappear.

Our Wanton Accidents Take Root, And Grow To Vaunt Themselves God's Laws.

How Many Serious Family Quarrels, Marriages Out Of Spite, And Alterations Of Wills, Might Have Been Prevented By A Gentle Dose Of Blue Pill!-what Awful Instances Of Chronic Dyspepsia In The Characters Of Hamlet And Othello! Banish Dyspepsia And Spirituous Liquors From Society, And You Have No Crime, Or At Least So Little That You Would Not Consider It Worth Mentioning.

A Garden, Sir, Wherein All Rainbows And Flowers Were Heaped Together.

Have Charity; Have Patience; Have Mercy. Never Bring A Human Being, However Silly, Ignorant, Or Weak--above All, Any Little Child--to Shame And Confusion Of Face. Never By Petulance, By Suspicion, By Ridicule, Even By Selfish And Silly Haste--never, Above All, By Indulging In The Devilish Pleasure Of A Sneer--crush What Is Finest And Rouse Up What Is Coarsest In The Heart Of Any Fellow-creature.