THE NERVOUS MAN.
One ov the most unkumfortable kritters in this world iz the nervus man. He discounts all hiz griefs, and suffers more from trubbles that never happen, than enny boddy else duz from trubbles that do cum.
Hiz ears are like a rabbits, always on end for sum disaster, and hiz nostrils are like the asses, snuffing misfortune out ov the east wind.
He steps az though he waz walking on eggs, and lays down like a kat in frunt ov a rat hole, reddy for a spring.
Theze poor phellows suffer without simpathy, and enjoy without satisfacshun.
The nervous man iz a long lived bird, though hiz nerves are alwus strung, he lasts like an old phiddle.
Altho i kant help but pitty the nervus man i am aware 503 that he haz moments ov plezzure that are equal tew whole hours, they are so intensified.
Whatever he duz enjoy he enjoys the whole ov, passing the bounds ov reality, he revels in the illimitable fields ov imaginashun and fancy.
I think I would rather have more nerves than i could manage than not tew hav enny, and mope on thru life az sum men do, with nothing about me so exciteable az mi relish for pork and beans.