Curses, Like Chickens, Come Home

The Indian Is One Of Nature's Gentlemen--he Never Says Or Does A Rude Or Vulgar Thing. The Vicious, Uneducated Barbarians, Who Form The Surplus Of Overpopulous European Countries, Are Far Behind The Wild Man In Delicacy Of Feeling Or Natural Courtesy.

When Things Come To The Worse, They Generally Mend.

Curses, Like Chickens, Come Home To Roost.

I Have No Wish For A Second Husband. I Had Enough Of The First. I Like To Have My Own Way To Lie Down Mistress, And Get Up Master.

Large Parties Given To Very Young Children... Foster The Passions Of Vanity And Envy, And Produce A Love Of Dress And Display Which Is Very Repulsive In The Character Of A Child.