Young Blood Must Have Its Course, Lad,

For Men Must Work And Women Must Weep, And The Sooner It's Over, The Sooner To Sleep.

He Was Not Only, I Soon Discovered, A Water Drinker, But A Strict Vegetarian, To Which, Perhaps, He Owed A Great Deal Of The Almost Preternatural Clearness, Volubility, And Sensitiveness Of Mind.

I Am Not Aware That Payment, Or Even Favors, However Gracious, Bind Any Man's Soul And Conscience In Questions Of Highest Morality And Highest Importance.

So Give Me The Political Economist, The Sanitary Reformer, The Engineer; And Take Your Saints And Virgins, Relics And Miracles. The Spinning-jenny And The Railroad, Cunard's Liners And The Electric Telegraph, Are To Me, If Not To You, Signs That We Are, On Some Points At Least, In Harmony With The Universe; That There Is A Mighty Spirit Working Among Us, Who Cannot Be Your Anarchic And Destroying Devil, And Therefore May Be The Ordering And Creating God.

Better Is Old Wine Than New, And Old Friends Like-wise.