Send forth the child and childish man together, and blush for the pride that libels our own old happy state, and gives its title to an ugly and distorted image.

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

Stranger, pause and ask thyself the question, Canst thou do likewise? If not, with a blush retire.

The question about everything was, would it bring a blush to the cheek of a young person?

Oh man! Why make yourself so ugly with the dirty outfit of pride?

It's my old girl that advises. She has the head. But I never own to it before her. Discipline must be maintained.