There is no end to the humbug in life. About half we say, and more than half we do, is tinged with humbug. "My Dear Sir," we say, when we address a letter to a fellow we have never seen, and if seen, perhaps don't care a continental cent for him; _dear_ sir! what a humbug expression! "Good morning," (what a lie!) says one, as he meets another _one_, on a stormy and nasty day, "quite a disagreeable wet day!" What's the use of such a humbug expression as that? If it's a disagreeable and stormy day, every body finds it out, naturally. Full half of the people who appear solicitous about your _health_, display a gratuitous amount of humbug, for your pocket-book is more beloved than your health; and we have often wondered why matter-of-fact people don't out with it, when they meet, and say--"How's your pocket to-day? Sorry to hear you're out of _money!_" Or, instead of soft soap, when they meet, why not discard humbug, and say, "Sorry to see you--was blackguarding you all day!" instead of "Glad to see you--have been _thinking_ of you to-day!" or, "I'm glad to see you've been elected Mayor of the city!" when in fact they mean, "Curse you, I wish you had been defeated!" Compliments _pass_, they say, when _gentlemen_ meet, but, as there are so many counterfeit gentry around, now-a-days, you may bet high that half the _compliments_ that _pass_ are--_mere bogus!_ Hotel Keeping. Fortunes are made--very readily, it is said, in our large cities, by Hotel keeping. It does look money-making business to a great many people, who stop in a large hotel a day or two, and perhaps, after eating about two meals out of six--walking in quietly and walking out quietly--no fuss, no feathers, find themselves _taxed_ four or five dollars! We have had occasion to know something of travel and travellers, hotels, hotel-keepers and their bills, and it _has_ now and then entered our head that money was or could be made--in the hotel business. We _have_ stopped in houses where we honestly concluded--we got our money's worth, and we have again had reason to believe ourselves grossly shaved, in a "first-class" hotel, at two dollars a day--all hurry-scurry, poked up in the cock-loft, mid bugs, dirt, heat and effluvia, very little better than a Dutch tavern in fly time. We did not fail to observe at the same time, that cool impudence and clamor had a most mollifying effect upon landlord and his _attaches_, the tinsel and mere electrotypes passing for real bullion, galvanized _hums_ by their noise and pretensions faring fifty per cent. better for the same _price_--than the more republican, quiet and human wayfarer. Under such auspices, it is not at all wonderful that ourself and scores of others, paying two dollars and a half per diem, got what we could catch, while Kossuth, and a score of his followers, fared and were favored like princes of a monarchical realm--"though all _dead heads!_"