It iz plezant tew reflekt that theze things are stubborn fakts.
When a lam gits thru being a lam, they immejiately bekum a sheep. This takes all the sentiment out ov them.
There ain’t mutch poetry in mutton.
Sheep are mutton.
Mutton iz sumtimes prekarious.
When youth and innosense ov enny kind groze old, it loozes most all ov its lamness.
This fakt iz too well known tew require an affidavid.
The lam iz an artikle ov trade, az well as diet, they are wuth from four tew 10 dollars, ackording tew the way things am.
It iz strange that so mutch innosense az the lam iz possessed ov should be for sale.
It iz jiss so with most all the innosense and purity in this world—it iz too often brought to the shambles.