"The World is a Comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those who feel." _Horace Walpole to Sir Horace Mann._ "As when a traveller, bound from North to South, Scouts fur in Russia: what's its use in France? In France spurns flannel: where's its need in Spain? In Spain drops cloth, too cumbrous for Algiers! Linen goes next, and last the skin itself, A superfluity at Timbuctoo. When, through his journey was the fool at ease? I'm at ease now, friend; worldly in this world, I take and like its way of life; I think My brothers who administer the means, Live better for my comfort--that's good too; And God, if he pronounce upon such life, Approves my service, which is better still."…
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