It iz hard work tew phind lazyness and virtew mixt, but thare iz sitch a thing.
Indolence iz one ov the wust mildews i kno ov—it iz the grate leak that haz let thousands ov men drizzle away.
Lazyness iz not positively a crime, but they look and akt wonderphully alike.
Lazyness iz not ornamental even tew an old man, but tew a yung one it iz a shining disgrase.
I hav seen lazy men that i thought waz innocent, but i never felt like warrenting one ov them for more than 90 daze.
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.