If I was called upon to say how I thought the Devil looked and ackted, i should kompare him to the man who sells rum by the glass, and never drinks enny himself.
Wits are like hornets,—they hav but few intimates.
Thiefs are remarkabel for their taking ways;
Ragmen for their light weighs;
Dairymaids for their sweet wheys;
Boston for her byways.
Courting,—home on a furlough.
I maid up mi mind, more than 6 months ago, that this world wa'n't made for phools; and when i see a man determined tew go to the devil, i generly let him went.
Crippels ar always cross; thay ar nature's libels. I konsider marrying for money no better than stealing it.
I hav seen sum awful bad throte disseases completely cured in 3 days by simply jineing a temprance sosiety.