as that. Do I LOOK like a rough-hewn, unseasoned backwoodsman?
Have I the air of never having read a newspaper? Is there a
patent innocence of eye-teeth in my demeanor? O Jeru! Jeru!
Somewhere in your virtuous bosom you are nourishing a viper,
for I have felt his fangs. Woe unto you, if you do not
strangle him before he develops into mature anacondaism!
In point of natural history I am not sure that vipers do
grow up anacondas, but for the purposes of moral philosophy
the development theory answers perfectly well.

In Boston we had three hours to spare; so we sent our
luggage--that is, my trunk--to the Worcester Depot, and
walked leisurely ourselves. I had a little shopping to do,
to complete my outfit for the journey,--a very little
shopping,--only a nightcap or two. Ordinarily such a thing
is a matter of small moment, but in my case the subject bad
swollen into unnatural dimensions. Nightcaps are not
generally considered healthy,--at least not by physicians.
Nature has given to the head its sufficient and appropriate
covering, the hair. Anything more than this injures the head,
by confining the heat, preventing the soothing, cooling contact
of air, and so deranging the circulation of the blood.
Therefore I have always heeded the dictates of Nature, which
I have supposed to be to brush out the hair thoroughly at night
and let it fly. But there are serious disadvantages connected
with this course. For Nature will be sure to whisk the hair
away from your ears where you want it, and into your eyes
where you don't want it, besides crowning you with magnificent
disorder in the morning. But as I have always believed that
no evil exists without its remedy, I had long been exercising