When Man evolved Pity, he did a queer thing - deprived himself of the power of living life as it is without wishing it to become something different.
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.
If notwithstanding, a Rebellion of the same Kind now afflicts this Country, we should not infer that this Institution is useless, or should be laid aside; but just the Reverse.