It Hath Been Often Said,

It Is An Error Common To Many To Take The Character Of Mankind From The Worst And Basest Amongst Them; Whereas, As An Excellent Writer Has Observed, Nothing Should Be Esteemed As Characteristical, Of A Species But What Is To Be Found Amongst The Best And The Most Perfect Individuals Of That Species.

A Tender-hearted And Compassionate Disposition, Which Inclines Men To Pity And Feel The Misfortunes Of Others, And Which Is, Even For Its Own Sake, Incapable Of Involving Any Man In Ruin And Misery, Is Of All Tempers Of Mind The Most Amiable; And Though It Seldom Receives Much Honor, Is Worthy Of The Highest.

I Look Upon The Vulgar Observation, 'that The Devil Often Deserts His Friends, And Leaves Them In The Lurch,' To Be A Great Abuse On That Gentleman's Character. Perhaps He May Sometimes Desert Those Who Are Only His Cup Acquaintance; Or Who, At Most, Are But Half His; But He Generally Stands By Those Who Are Thoroughly His Servants, And Helps Them Off In All Extremities, Till Their Bargain Expires.

Great Vices Are The Proper Objects Of Our Detestation, Smaller Faults Of Our Pity, But Affectation Appears To Be The Only True Source Of The Ridiculous.

Enough Is Equal To A Feast.