The word _make_ is perhaps used in a greater variety of senses than any other word in the English language. For instance: “To _make, fabricate, form, render, create_, &c. These words though sometimes used indifferently for each other, yet are by no means synonymous. The taylor, _makes_ a coat, the shoemaker a pair of shoes, the carpenter a joint-stool, &c. _ad infinitum_. We say a man _makes a shift_, but they must not suppose that he _makes use_ of his wife’s needle, and _makes_ her a shift. The words are used figuratively, and only imply, that when he has no shirt, he _makes_ a shift without it. Again, kings _make_ war, and children _make_ a noise; but it would be absurd to say, that kings _fabricate_ a war or that children _fabricate_ a noise. A lady bids her housekeeper _make_ or distil some peppermint, or any other _simple_ water; or to _make_ her some _water-gruel_ in her silver saucepan, but it would be rather indelicate simply to bid her _make water_ in the saucepan. We may say, indifferently, either to _make_ or to _form_ a party at cards, or on the water. And the word _render_ may sometimes be substituted for make; as _making_ love _makes_ or _renders_ an old man ridiculous. I believe the phrase is to _give_, not to _make_, a rout or a ball. And though if a lady loses her thimble she sometimes _makes a rout_ about it, yet that, I believe, is rather a _vulgarism_; like making a _fuss_ or a _bustle_ about trifles. We say, such a thing _makes_ me sick, or _makes_ me laugh. If a man has a _good_ wife, he should _make_ much of her; if a _bad_ one, he should _make_ the best of it; or at least _make_ himself easy, but not _make_ away with her. To _create_, means to _make_ something out of nothing. Hence we say, metaphorically, to _create_ a dispute, that is, to dispute about nothing. But it is time to _make an end_ of this article. * * * * * DETACHED THOUGHTS. The Swiss, who shot himself because he was tired of dressing and undressing, would have done so long before, had he not had so much employment. Our Creator, knowing what sort of particles he composed us of, obliged us to labour, not only for the support of ‘life,’ but of existence itself. Were we cloathed by nature like the other animals, and subsisted on the spontaneous herbage of the field, we should lose our patience before fifty, and hang or drown ourselves in dread of three score. Maids should be seen and not heard, they say. This is comparing them to peacocks. * * * * * _REMARKS._ Some prejudices seem to be to the mind what the atmosphere is to the body; we cannot feel without the one, as we cannot breathe without the other. Many persons complain against fortune merely to conceal their indolence. If you will be content to do nothing, how can you expect the rewards of diligence. * * * * * * * * *