The Friend Of The Present

The Passion Between The Sexes Has Appeared In Every Age To Be So Nearly The Same, That It May Always Be Considered, In Algebraic Language As A Given Quantity.

It Has Appeared That From The Inevitable Laws Of Our Nature, Some Human Beings Must Suffer From Want. These Are The Unhappy Persons Who, In The Great Lottery Of Life, Have Drawn A Blank.

The Labouring Poor, To Use A Vulgar Expression, Seem Always To Live From Hand To Mouth. Their Present Wants Employ Their Whole Whole Attention, And They Seldom Think Of The Future. Even When They Have An Opportunity Of Saving They Seldom Exercise It, But All That Is Beyond Their Present Neccessities Goes, Generally Speaking, To The Ale House.

In 1860, Sixty-three Per Cent Of The Couples Married In Great Britain Had Families Of Four Or More Children; In 1925 Only Twenty Per Cent Had More Than Four.

Population Trends Have Always Provoked Doom-fraught Oracles, Because Their Popular Interpreters Suppose That Every New Series Will Be Infinitely Sustained; Yet, Beyond The Short Term, Expectations Based On Them Are Never Fulfilled.