I Wasted My Substance, I Know I

No One As Yet Has Approached The Management Of New York In A Proper Spirit; That Is To Say, Regarding It As The Shiftless Outcome Of Squalid Barbarism And Reckless Extravagance. No One Is Likely To Do So, Because Reflections On The Long Narrow Pig-trough Are Construed As Malevolent Attacks Against The Spirit And Majesty Of The American People, And Lead To Angry Comparisons.

And The End Of The Fight Is Tombstone White With The Name Of The Late Deceased, And The Epitaph Drear, "a Fool Lies Here Who Tried To Hustle The East."

I Always Prefer To Believe The Best Of Everybody, It Saves So Much Trouble.

I Keep Six Honest Serving Men.

The American Has No Language, He Has A Dialect, Slang, Provincialism, Accent And So Forth