The Drama Is The Looking-glass

I Have Been Taking My Daily Walk Round The Island, And Visited The Sugar Mill And The Threshing Mill Again.

In The North We Could Not Hope To Keep The Worst And Poorest Servant For A Single Day In The Wretched Discomfort In Which Our Negro Servants Are Forced Habitually To Live.

When Marriage Is What It Ought To Be, It Is Indeed The Very Happiest Condition Of Existence.

The Plodding Thrift And Scrupulous Integrity And Long-winded Patient Industry Of Our Business Men Of The Last Century Are Out Of Fashion In These "giddy-paced" Times, And England Is Forgetting That Those Who Make Haste To Be Rich Can Hardly Avoid Much Temptation And Some Sin.

Christmas Is A Season Of Such Infinite Labour, As Well As Expense In The Shopping And Present-making Line, That Almost Every Woman I Know Is Good For Nothing In Purse And Person For A Month Afterwards, Done Up Physically, And Broken Down Financially.