41. XLI.
ORPHAN CHILDREN.
Notoriety is the short glory a man gits, for doin
what he ought to be ashamed ov.
God only knows how much merit wanders thro
this life, sekurely hid bi rays ov poverty; nor how
much crime insolently wears the golden armor ov
wealth.
I think thare is jest as much virtue in the world
as thare is vise, only it haint been bored for so
mutch.
A grate menny ov opinyuns, advanced bi the uncommon
learned men now-a-days, may be properly
defined as dissolving views.
It is strange, and it is melankolly true, that those
men who spend their time and talents in makin us
happier, never gain mutch ov our respekt.
Thare is a grate menny people who kno jist enuff
tew make a smudge, but don't kno jist enuff tew
clear it away.
I don't know ov a more keen sarcasm, than a
learned man listening attentively tew a fool.
The grate merit thare is in modesty, lies in the
modesty thare is in merit.
Thare is 2 kinds ov hypokrasy: one tries tew
appear better than it is, and the other wuss than it
is—one is a wolf in sheep's clothin, and tother is a
sheep in wolf's clothing.
The hight an depth ov human wisdum, is tew
kno oneself; but the human heart kan never be
known, only by the God who made it.
I never hear a robin on the hiest lim he kan
git, pouring out his evening praise, but I am certain,
that someboddy in Heaven is listenin.
About the most originality that enny writer kan
hope tew arrive at honestly, now-a-days, is tew steal
with good judgment.
I was once asked bi a talkin cuss, “which i
thought was really the mostess happyness, the married
or the single?” i sed tew him that in many
cases it was like trieing tew winter on injun meal
or buckwheat flour; before he had got half way
thru, he would wish he had tried the other. i don't
kno whether he took my advise or not.
In a match game (where both parties are marryin
for money) aul side bets are konsidered off—George
Wilkes told me so.
Poetry is as natral a disease tew the human family,
as the winde kolick, and in most cases what
will cure one, will cure the other.
How menny people thare are in this world who
spend aul their lives in a hole, and always back
into that.
The best way tew keep a secret, is tew forget it
I never knew a coward who was afraid tew lie.
It is a curius fact that most everyboddy komplains
ov their misfortunes, and yet, thare ain't
ennyboddy who has got the itch, or salt rume bad,
but what thinks his kind ov itch is a better kind
than his nabor's.
Kompliments are like the frosting put on the
top ov a cake, only intended for ornament.
If a man has got 375 thousand dollars, and is
contented, he is happy—“jess so.”
I don't serpose thare is enny sich thing as “time,”
—time is a mere parasite ov Eternity.
