Part 7 (1/2)

”Old Aunt Dunk Is a e, declared that some Unitarian must have perpetrated this insult, and that I ave ent solicitation the natures to a petition for e on the plea that I chewed tobacco and expectorated on the floor in the presence of my class

As I easily proved that I never chewed tobacco, and asprotest, the prayer of the petitioners was unanimously refused by the school board

It would have been laughable had it not been so serious and pitiful, to see the frantic attempts of the poor in this town to keep up appearances, and counterfeit the style of those who had grown rich by cheating s and orphans in bucket shops and stock ga The little rown so large by devouring all the small fish in their business seas

One pillar of the church, as a cashi+er, ruined his bank by stealing ant house and support servants, equipages, silks and diaalore For a tiave costly dinners and showered his ill-gotten gains to embellish his favorite temple, and to build a tower upon it to look down in contempt upon all the lesser shrines

He barely escaped the sheriff at night-ti his showy family to poverty and the ill-concealed derision of those orshi+pped them while they were supposed to be rich

Such as these made life very uncoust; never again to resume the profession in which I had spent so many years of my somewhat checkered existence

My life see upon the question of the Psalmist, ”What is htful poets, whose narand wheel, the world, we're spokes ers lealiers_)

To-reve_)

The flower that smiles to-day, to-morrow dies--(_Shelly_)

And what do we, by all our bustle gain?--(_Pomfret_)

A drop of pleasure in a sea of pain--(_Tupper_)

Tired of beliefs, we dread to live without;--(_Holmes_)

Yet who knows most, the more he knows to doubt--(_Daniel_)

Princes and lords are but the breath of kings--(_Burns_)

And trifles s--(_More_)

If troubles overtake thee, do not wail;--(_Herbert_)

Our thoughts are boundless, though our fraonies have shortest reign;--(_Bryant_)

Great sorrows have no leisure to complain--(_Gaffe_)

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,--(_Shakespeare_)

For we the same are that our sires have been;--(_Knox_)

Nor is a true soul ever born for naught,--(_Lowell_)