Then it blisters our hands, and we hate to touch it.

By-and-by our hands get callous, and then we have no longer any sensitiveness about it.

But if we give it up, the calluses disappear; and if we meddle with it again, we miss the novelty and get the blisters .-- The story is often quoted of Whitefield, that he said a sermon was good for nothing until it had been preached forty times.

A lecture doesn't begin to be old until it has passed its hundredth delivery; and some, I think, have doubled, if not quadrupled, that number.

These old lectures are a man's best, commonly; they improve by age, also,--like the pipes, fiddles, and poems I told you of the other day.