Now allow _me_ to suggest. Your thin man should always close the thorax button of his coat, and the last two at his waistband, leaving the intermediate open, to give what he needs--more breadth of chest. Your stout man, who has almost always a nice arm and hand, should have his coat sleeve a _perfect fit_ from the elbow to the wrist, buttoning _there tightly_--allowing a nice strip of a white linen wristband below it. I understand the architecture of a coat to a charm; know as quick as a flash whether ’tis all right, the minute I clap my eye on it. As to vests, I call myself a connoisseur. “_Stocks_” are only fit for Wall Street! Get yourself some nice silk neck-ties, and ask your wife, or somebody who knows something, to longitudinize them to your jugular. Throw your colored, embroidered, and ruffled shirt-bosoms overboard; leave your cane and cigar at home; wear a pair of neat, _dark_ gloves; sport an immaculate pocket-handkerchief and dicky--don’t say naughty words--give us ladies the _inside_ of the walk--speak of every woman as you would wish _your_ mother or _your_ sister spoken of, and you’ll do! INCIDENT AT THE FIVE POINTS HOUSE OF INDUSTRY. To be able to appreciate Mr. Pease’s toils, and sacrifices, and self-denying labors at the Five Points House of Industry, one must visit the locality:--one must wind through those dirty streets and alleys, and see the wrecks of humanity that meet him at every step;--he must see children so dirty and squalid that they scarcely resemble human beings, playing in filthy gutters, and using language that would curdle his blood to hear from _childhood’s_ lips;--he should see men, “made in God’s own image,” brutalised beyond his power to imagine;--he should see women (girls of not more than twenty years) reeling about the pavements in a state of beastly intoxication, without a trace of feminity in their vicious faces;--he should pass the rum shops, where men and women are quarreling and fighting and swearing, while childhood listens and _learns_!--he should pass the second-hand clothes cellars, where hard-featured Jewish dealers swing out faded, refuse garments, (pawned by starving virtue for bread,) to sell to the needy, half-naked emigrant for his last penny;--he should see decayed fruit and vegetables which the most ravenous swine might well root twice over before devouring, purchased as daily food by these poor creatures;--he should see _gentlemen_ (?) threading these streets, not to make all this misery less, God knows, but to sever the last thread of hope to which many a tempted one is despairingly clinging. One must see all this, before he can form a just idea of the magnitude and importance of the work that Mr. Pease has single-handed and nobly undertaken; remembering that men of wealth and influence have their own reasons for using that wealth and influence to perpetuate this modern Sodom.