Any man once comfortably settled there in an easy chair, who fetched anything for himself when he could get any one else to fetch it for him, would show himself, in my opinion, a man of weak mind.

One thing only was wanted to make it perfect, and that was niggers.

To the winds with "Uncle Tom's Cabin," and "Dred" after it, in a hot wind! What can an active-minded, self-helpful lady like Mrs.
Stowe, freezing up there in Connecticut, obliged to do something to keep herself warm,--what can she, I ask, know about the requirements of a southern gentleman when the thermometer stands at 125 degrees in the shade?
Pish! Does she know the exertion required for cutting up a pipe of tobacco in a hot north wind?
No! Does she know the amount of perspiration and anger superinduced by knocking the head off a bottle of Bass in January?
Does she know the physical prostration which is caused by breaking up two lumps of hard white sugar in a pawnee before a thunderstorm?
No, she doesn't, or she would cry out for niggers with the best of us! When the thermometer gets over 100 degrees in the shade, all men would have slaves if they were allowed.

An Anglo-Saxon conscience will not, save in rare instances, bear a higher average heat than 95 degrees.
But about this verandah.

It was the model and type of all verandahs.