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It Is No Small Mischief To A Boy, That Many Of The Best Years Of His Life Should Be Devoted To The Learning Of What Can Never Be Of Any Real Use To Any Human Being. His Mind Is Necessarily Rendered Frivolous And Superficial By The Long Habit Of Attaching Importance To Words Instead Of Things; To Sound Instead Of Sense.

A Couple Of Flitches Of Bacon Are Worth Fifty Thousand Methodist Sermons And Religious Tracts. They Are Great Softeners Of Temper And Promoters Of Domestic Harmony.

Please Your Eye And Plague Your Heart.

The Christian Religion, Then, Is Not An Affair Of Preaching, Or Prating, Or Ranting, But Of Taking Care Of The Bodies As Well As The Souls Of People; Not An Affair Of Belief And Of Faith And Of Professions, But An Affair Of Doing Good, And Especially To Those Who Are In Want; Not An Affair Of Fire And Brimstone, But An Affair Of Bacon And Bread, Beer And A Bed.

All My Plans In Private Life; All My Pursuits; All My Designs, Wishes, And Thoughts, Have This One Great Object In View: The Overthrow Of The Ruffian Boroughmongers. If I Write Grammars; If I Write On Agriculture; If I Sow, Plant, Or Deal In Seeds; Whatever I Do Has First In View The Destruction Of Those Infamous Tyrants.