Before the terms “depreciation,” “suspension,” and “going into liquidation,” were heard, there might have been some reason in the practice of “laying up;” but now it denotes the darkest blindness.  The prudent men of the present time, are the men in debt.  The tendency being to sacrifice creditors to debtors, and the debtor party acquiring daily new strength, everyone is in haste to get into the favored class.  In any case, the debtor is safe.  He has put his enjoyments behind him; they are safe; no turns of fortune can disturb them.  The substance he has eaten up, is irrecoverable.  The future can not trouble his past.  He has nothing to apprehend.  He has anticipated more than fortune would ever have granted him.  He has tricked fortune; and his creditors—­bah! who feels for creditors?  What are creditors?  Landlords; a pitiless and unpitiable tribe; all griping extortioners!  What would become of the world of debtors, if it did not steal a march upon this rapacious class?

XXII.  THE THREE WARNINGS. (124)

Hester Lynch Thrale. 1739—­1821, owes her celebrity almost wholly to her long intimacy with Dr. Samuel Johnson.  This continued for twenty years, during which Johnson spent much time in her family.  She was born in Caernarvonshire, Wales; her first husband was a wealthy brewer, by whom she had several children.  In 1784, she married an Italian teacher of music named Piozzi.  Her writings are quite numerous; the best known of her books is the “Anecdotes of Dr. Johnson;” but nothing she ever wrote is so well known as the “Three Warnings.” ###

The tree of deepest root is found
Least willing still to quit the ground;
’T was therefore said by ancient sages,
  That love of life increased with years
So much, that in our latter stages,
When pains grow sharp, and sickness rages,
  The greatest love of life appears.

This great affection to believe,
Which all confess, but few perceive,
If old assertions can’t prevail,
Be pleased to hear a modern tale.

When sports went round, and all were gay,
On neighbor Dodson’s wedding day,
Death called aside the jocund groom
With him into another room;
And looking grave, “You must,” says he,
“Quit your sweet bride, and come with me.” 
“With you! and quit my Susan’s side? 
With you!” the hapless bridegroom cried: 
“Young as I am, ’t is monstrous hard! 
Besides, in truth, I’m not prepared.”

What more he urged, I have not heard;
  His reasons could not well be stronger: 
So Death the poor delinquent spared,
  And left to live a little longer. 
Yet, calling up a serious look,
His hourglass trembled while he spoke: 
“Neighbor,” he said, “farewell! no more
Shall Death disturb your mirthful hour;
And further, to avoid all blame
Of cruelty upon my name,
To give you time for preparation,
And fit you for your future station,