Almoste every boddy, sum time in their life, haz bin in love, and if they think it iz an eazy sensashun tew deskribe, let them set down and deskribe it, and see if the person who listens tew the deskripshun will be satisfied with it. I waz in love once miself for 7 long years, and mi friends all sed i had a consupshun, but i knu all the time what ailed me, but couldn’t deskribe it. Now all that i kan rekolekt about this luv sikness iz, that for thoze 7 long years i waz, if enny thing, rather more ov a kondem phool than ordinary. Love iz an honorabel disseaze enuff tew hav, bekauze it iz natral; but enny phellow who haz laid sik with it for 7 long years, after he gits over it, feels sumthing like the phellow who haz phell down on the ice when it iz verry wet--he dont feel like talking about it before folks. FEAR. Sum pholks think fear iz the result ov edukashun, but i dont. I notiss that thoze who are edukated the most, and thoze who are edukated the least, are troubled with fear just alike. Fear and courage are instinkts. A man who iz a koward iz born so, and, when he iz full ov skare, hiz hare on hiz hed will git up on end, I dont kare how mutch edukashun yu pile on top ov it. The gratest kowards in the world are the men ov the most genius--they are the most silly kowards. One ov theze kind ov men will quake with fear when a mouse knaws in the wainskote at night, but they will face an earthquake next day with composure. I dont kno ov a more terrible sensashun than fear; it iz deth when it exhausts itself and ends in despair. I am a grate koward miself, and beleave i waz born so, and yet thare is nothing which i despize so mutch as kowardice. I would give all the other virtews i hav got (provided i hav got enny), and throw in a hundred dollars in munny besides, for an unlimited supply ov courage. I would like tew hav courage enuff tew face the devil himself, if he waz the least bit sassy tew to me. I am satisfied that courage iz an instinkt, for i notiss all the animal kreashun hav it well defined. BUTY. Buty iz a very handy thing tew hav, espeshily for a woman who aint hansum. Thare iz not mutch ov enny thing more diffikult tew define than buty. It iz a blessed thing that there ain’t no rules for it, for the way it iz now, every man gits a hansum woman for a wife. Thare iz grate power in female buty; its viktorys reach klear from the Garden ov Eden down to yesterday. Adam waz the fust man that saw a butiful woman, and waz the fust man tew acknowledge it. But beauty in itself iz but a very short-lived viktory--a mere perspektive to the background. Thare aint noboddy but a butterfly kan liv on buty, and git phatt. When buty and good sense jine each other, yu hav got a mixtur that will stand both wet and dry weather.