I asked why the plough and the hoe might not become the trade of every human being, and how this trade might be made conducive to, or, at least, consistent with the acquisition of wisdom and eloquence.
Weary with these reflections, I returned to the kitchen to perform some household office.

I had usually but one servant, and she was a girl about my own age.

I was busy near the chimney, and she was employed near the door of the apartment, when some one knocked.

The door was opened by her, and she was immediately addressed with "Pry'thee, good girl, canst thou supply a thirsty man with a glass of buttermilk ?" She answered that there was none in the house.

"Aye, but there is some in the dairy yonder.