Nothing Is So Tiresome To One's Self,

We Hear Of The Conversion Of Water Into Wine At The Marriage In Cana As Of A Miracle. But This Conversion Is, Through The Goodness Of God, Made Every Day Before Our Eyes. Behold The Rain Which Descends From Heaven Upon Our Vineyards, And Which Incorporates Itself With The Grapes, To Be Changed Into Wine; A Constant Proof That God Loves Us, And Loves To See Us Happy.

By Playing At Chess Then, We May Learn: First: Foresight... Second: Circumspection... Third: Caution...and Lastly, We Learn By Chess The Habit Of Not Being Discouraged By Present Bad Appearances In The State Of Our Affairs, The Habit Of Hoping For A Favorable Chance, And That Of Persevering In The Secrets Of Resources

Were The Offer Made True, I Would Engage To Run Again, From Beginning To End, The Same Career Of Life. All I Would Ask Should Be The Privilege Of An Author, To Correct, In A Second Edition, Certain Errors Of The First.

The Next Thing Most Like Living One's Life Over Again Seems To Be A Recollection Of That Life, And To Make That Recollection As Durable As Possible By Putting It Down In Writing.

An Iron Rod Being Placed On The Outside Of A Building From The Highest Part Continued Down Into The Moist Earth, In Any Direction Strait Or Crooked, Following The Form Of The Roof Or Other Parts Of The Building, Will Receive The Lightning At Its Upper End, Attracting It So As To Prevent It's Striking Any Other Part; And, Affording It A Good Conveyance Into The Earth, Will Prevent Its Damaging Any Part Of The Building.