No. 43. Monitions on the flight of time.
Let who purposes his own happiness,reflect, that while he forms his purpose the day rolls on, and the night cometh when no man can work.
Let who purposes his own happiness,reflect, that while he forms his purpose the day rolls on, and the night cometh when no man can work.
There is a cause of misery, which, though certainly known both to you and your predecessors, has been little taken notice of in your papers.
Misfortune, indeed, he may yet feel; for where is the bottom of the misery of man?
The true pathos of advertisements must have sunk deep into the heart of every man.
Yet I know not whether it is the interest of the husband to solicit very earnestly a place on the bracelet. If his image be not in the heart, it is of small avail to hang it on the hand.
Let us, therefore, coolly inquire what is the sum of evil which the imprisonment of debtors brings upon our country.
Let us gratefully acknowledge that goodness which grants us ease at a cheap rate.
All this, my dear reader, is very strange; but though it be strange, it is not new.
No engagement, no duty, no interest, can withhold her from a sale, from which she always returns congratulating herself upon her bargain.
The qualities requisite to conversation are very exactly represented by a bowl of punch.