Again, when the poor woman came to ask a charity in Philadelphia, you whispered, that she looked like a drunkard, and that half a dollar was enough to give her for the ale-house.  Those who want the dispositions to give, easily find reasons why they ought not to give.  When I sought her out afterwards, and did what I should have done at first, you know, that she employed the money immediately towards placing her child at school.  If our country, when pressed with wrongs at the point of the bayonet, had been governed by its heads instead of its’ hearts, where should we have been now?  Hanging on a gallows as high as Hainan’s.  You began to calculate, and to compare wealth and numbers:  we threw up a few pulsations of our blood; we supplied enthusiasm against wealth and numbers; we put our existence to the hazard, when the hazard seemed against us, and we saved our country:  justifying, at the same time, the ways of Providence, whose precept is, to do always what is right, and leave the issue to him.  In short, my friend, as far as my recollection serves me, I do not know that I ever did a good thing on your suggestion, or a dirty one without it.  I do for ever, then, disclaim your interference in my province.  Fill paper as you please with triangles and squares:  try how many ways you can hang and combine them together.  I shall never envy nor control your sublime delights.  But leave me to decide when and where friendships are to be contracted.  You say I contract them at random.  So you said the woman at Philadelphia was a drunkard.  I receive none into my esteem, till I know they are worthy of it.  Wealth, title, office, are no recommendations to my friendship.  On the contrary, great good qualities are requisite to make amends for their having wealth, title, and office.  You confess, that, in the present case, I could not have made a worthier choice.  You only object, that I was so soon to lose them.  We are not immortal ourselves, my friend; how can we expect our enjoyments to be so?  We have no rose without its thorn; no pleasure without alloy.  It is the law of our existence; and we must acquiesce.  It is the condition annexed to all our pleasures, not by us who receive, but by him who gives them.  True, this condition is pressing cruelly on me at this moment.  I feel more fit for death than life.  But when I look back on the pleasures of which it is the consequence, I am conscious they were worth the price I am paying.  Notwithstanding your endeavors, too, to damp my hopes, I comfort myself with expectations of their promised return.  Hope is sweeter than despair; and they were too good to mean to deceive me.  ‘In the summer,’ said the gentleman; but ‘In the spring,’ said the lady; and I should love her for ever, were it only for that!  Know, then, my friend, that I have taken these good people into my bosom; that I have lodged them in the warmest cell I could find; that I love them, and will continue to love them through life; that if fortune should dispose them on one side