If there are no “deads” brought by hand the filling does not shrink from the back of the gunnie, but deads soon settle and lose a tenth of the height.

Wouldn't it be nobler by far to fight the good fight with all the weapons available: a firm bass voice, a wagging finger, the Bible?

Dear Ma'am, why will you chagrine yourſelf about a vile Man, that is not worth,—no, as I live and breathe,—not worth a ſingle Sigh?

My mathematics is always improving.