Life is a scrub-race--melancholy, Abel, but true.

I talk plainly to you, but I do it for your good.

If we were all angels, things would be different.
If this were the Millennium, every thing would doubtless be agreeable to every body.

But it is not--how very sad! True, how very sad! Where was I?
Oh! it's all devil take the hindmost.

And because your neighbors are dishonest, why should you starve?
You see, Abel ?" It was in Mr.Boniface Newt's counting-room that he preached this gospel.
A boy entered and announced that Mr.Hadley was outside looking at some cases of dry goods.
"Now, Abel," said his father, "I'll return in a moment." He stepped out, smiling and rubbing his hands.