There are people in this world who think they have a perfect right to their own opinions; have a perfect right to make (by any means) as much money (and retain it) as they please; that heaven and earth, and even the air belongs to them (hence they can perfume it with tobacco or anything else); that they have a sole right to liberty, and the concomitant matters and things that are found on His footstool, or in the realms of bliss above; all belong to their elect personages! It would be nice, if they would also claim the devil; for verily, methinks, he will go for a greater portion of their little souls; if they have not carried off everything, which would incapacitate him to heat up his gridirons!
What is more charming than to see sweet, pure, innocent young people make love to each other, such as Miss Jones and myself did on papa Jones' old porch on moonlit nights? Was it not delicious? Yes—and we never thought of "wicked and lewd pas-
