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The Upper Current Of Society Presents No Pertain Criterion By Which We Can Judge Of The Direction In Which The Under Current Flows.

He Had A Head Which Statuaries Loved To Copy, And A Foot The Deformity Of Which The Beggars In The Streets Mimicked.

I Shall Not Be Satisfied Unless I Produce Something Which Shall For A Few Days Supersede The Last Fashionable Novel On The Tables Of Young Ladies.

None Of The Modes By Which A Magistrate Is Appointed, Popular Election, The Accident Of The Lot, Or The Accident Of Birth, Affords, As Far As We Can Perceive, Much Security For His Being Wiser Than Any Of His Neighbours. The Chance Of His Being Wiser Than All His Neighbours Together Is Still Smaller.

We Know No Spectacle So Ridiculous As The British Public In One Of Its Periodical Fits Of Morality.