Autumn leaves . re to be regretted than that of either riches orhonors, — and have not attempted to discuss thesubject, yet we cannot think of concluding withoutentering a protest against making it the vehicle ofslander, immorality, irreligion, or lies of any must be always pure, even if it ispoor. Never is it so thoroughly despicable andmean as when it treats virtue and good men withgibes and scoffs, in order to let off a pun, or ticklethe ear with a sarcasm. Ill-temper is bad enoughin private intercourse, in all conscience; but thebaseness of hurting anothers feelings, or d
Autumn leaves . re to be regretted than that of either riches orhonors, — and have not attempted to discuss thesubject, yet we cannot think of concluding withoutentering a protest against making it the vehicle ofslander, immorality, irreligion, or lies of any must be always pure, even if it ispoor. Never is it so thoroughly despicable andmean as when it treats virtue and good men withgibes and scoffs, in order to let off a pun, or ticklethe ear with a sarcasm. Ill-temper is bad enoughin private intercourse, in all conscience; but thebaseness of hurting anothers feelings, or damaginga good cause from the miserable vanity of showing CONVERSATION. 23 off a talent one imagines he possesses, far transcendsany epithets of abhorrence we can now apply to theoffence. It may be observed that nothing has been saidagainst the vices of flattery and compliment. Thereason is, that our national proclivity is not to aprofusion of compliments, and so little danger existsof its excessive iMMWmMmKWIHMBB^gj^^l^l^^ Wli^S^f^^^^^ ^ ^^^^^^ IBgg^^^ft^^^^ ISlJMll
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