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A Good Many Causes Tend To Make Good Masters And Mistresses Quite As Rare As Good Servants.... The Large And Rapid Fortunes By Which Vulgar And Ignorant People Become Possessed Of Splendid Houses, Splendidly Furnished, Do Not, Of Course, Give Them The Feelings And Manners Of Gentle Folks, Or In Any Way Really Raise Them Above The Servants They Employ, Who Are Quite Aware Of This Fact, And That The Possession Of Wealth Is Literally The Only Superiority Their Employers Have Over Them.

Christmas Is A Season Of Such Infinite Labour, As Well As Expense In The Shopping And Present-making Line, That Almost Every Woman I Know Is Good For Nothing In Purse And Person For A Month Afterwards, Done Up Physically, And Broken Down Financially.

The Whole Gamut Of Good And Evil Is In Every Human Being, Certain Notes, From Stronger Original Quality Or Most Frequent Use, Appearing To Form The Whole Character; But They Are Only The Tones Most Often Heard. The Whole Scale Is In Every Soul, And The Notes Most Seldom Heard Will On Rare Occasions Make Themselves Audible.

In The North We Could Not Hope To Keep The Worst And Poorest Servant For A Single Day In The Wretched Discomfort In Which Our Negro Servants Are Forced Habitually To Live.

...i Cannot Help Being Astonished At The Furious And Ungoverned Execration Which All Reference To The Possibility Of A Fusion Of The Races Draws Down Upon Those Who Suggest It, Because Nobody Pretends To Deny That, Throughout The South, A Large Proportion Of The Population Is The Offspring Of White Men And Colored Women.