The Fastidious Taste Will Find Offence In

In Koln, A Town Of Monks And Bones, And Pavement Fang'd With Murderous Stones, And Rags And Hags, And Hideous Wenches, I Counted Two-and-seventy Stenches, All Well Defined, And Several Stinks! Ye Nymphs That Reign O'er Sewers And Sinks, The River Rhine, It Is Well Known, Doth Wash Your City Of Cologne; But Tell Me, Nymphs! What Power Divine Shall Henceforth Whash The River Rhine.

How Deep A Wound To Morals And Social Purity Has That Accursed Article Of The Celibacy Of The Clergy Been! Even The Best And Most Enlightened Men In Romanist Countries Attach A Notion Of Impurity To The Marriage Of A Clergyman. And Can Such A Feeling Be Without Its Effect On The Estimation Of The Wedded Life In General? Impossible! And The Morals Of Both Sexes In Spain, Italy, France, And. Prove It Abundantly.

My Case Is A Species Of Madness, Only That It Is A Derangement Of The Volition, And Not Of The Intellectual Faculties.

Let Every Book-worm, When In Any Fragrant, Scarce Old Tome, He Discovers A Sentence, A Story, An Illustration, That Does His Heart Good, Hasten To Give It The Widest Circulation That Newspapers And Magazines, Penny And Halfpenny, Can Afford.

And To Be Wroth With One We Love…doth Work Like Madness In The Brain.