Happy Will The House Be In Which

The Universal Does Not Attract Us Until Housed In An Individual.

The History Of Reform Is Always Identical; It Is The Comparison Of The Idea With The Fact. Our Modes Of Living Are Not Agreeable To Our Imagination. We Suspect They Are Unworthy. We Arraign Our Daily Employments.

No Man Can Have Society Upon His Own Terms.

The Rule For Hospitality And Irish "help," Is, To Have The Same Dinner Every Day Throughout The Year. At Last, Mrs. O'shaughnessylearns To Cook It To A Nicety, The Host Learns To Carve It, And The Guests Are Well Served.

Society Everywhere Is In Conspiracy Against The Manhood Of Every One Of Its Members.