I Toiled After It, Sir,

In The Negro Countenance You Will Often Meet With Strong Traits Of Benignity. I Have Felt Yearnings Of Tenderness Towards Some Of These Faces.

You Do Not Play Then At Whist, Sir? Alas, What A Sad Old Age You Are Preparing For Yourself!

Take All The Pleasures Of All The Spheres, And Multiply Each Through Endless Years,- One Minute Of Heaven Is Worth Them All.

What Have I Gained By Health? Intolerable Dullness. What By Mode Meals? A Total Blank.

Gluttony And Surfeiting Are No Proper Occasions For Thanksgiving.