A Circulating Library In A Town Is

Fertilizer Does No Good In A Heap, But A Little Spread Around Works Miracles All Over.

I'll Make My Old Clothes Know Who's Master. I Shall Straightaway Cashier The Hunting-frock, And Render My Leather Breeches Incapable. My Hair Has Been In Training Some Time.

There Are A Set Of Malicious, Prating, Prudent Gossips, Both Male And Female, Who Murder Characters To Kill Time; And Will Rob A Young Fellow Of His Good Name Before He Has Years To Know The Value Of It.

Men Seldom Think Deeply On Subjects In Which They Have No Choice Of Opinion: They Are Fearful Of Encountering Obstacles To Their Faith--as In Religion--and So Are Content With The Surface.

A Tale Of Scandal Is As Fatal To The Credit Of A Prudent Lady As A Fever Is Generally To Those Of The Strongest Constitutions. But There Is A Sort Of Puny, Sickly Reputation, That Is Always Ailing, Yet Will Wither The Robuster Characters Of A Hundred Prudes.