Deadlight.—No, he’s a philosopher. Think of the blessings of savage life! No creditors to ring your door bell, and make you leap out of your chair with consternation.
Searcher.—That is a point.
Deadlight.—Then there’s no fashion to ruin a man every time the seasons change. Look at that bonnet yonder! I’ll wager it cost thirty dollars.
Searcher.—And that dude’s coat, to say nothing of his monstrous collar.
Professor.—Hold on——
Deadlight.—And there’s no bank cashier to skip away with your limited balance.
Professor.—Hold on, I say. Civilization is good; it elevates mankind; but the higher our civilization the greater our wants; therefore civilization is the science of discontent.
Searcher.—Humph!
Deadlight.—Ahem!
Professor.—We will now adjourn.