e never made to be married together; every body
sees it would be death to one of them.

And are not _we_ becoming luxurious and idle? Look at our steamboats,
and stages, and taverns! There you will find mechanics, who have left
debts and employment to take care of themselves, while they go to take
a peep at the great canal, or the opera-dancers. There you will find
domestics all agog for their wages-worth of travelling; why should
they look out for 'a rainy day?' There are hospitals enough to provide
for them in sickness; and as for marrying, they have no idea of that,
till they can find a man who will support them genteelly. There you
will find mothers, who have left the children at home with Betsey,
while they go to improve their minds at the Mountain House, or the
Springs.

If only the rich did this, all would be well. They benefit others, and
do not injure themselves. In any situation, idleness is their curse,
and uneasiness is the tax they must pay for affluence; but their
restlessness is as great a benefit to the community as the motions of
Prince Esterhazy, when at every step the pearls drop from his coat.

People of moderate fortune have just as good a right to travel as the
wealthy; but is it not unwise? Do they not injure themselves and their
families? You say travelling is cheap. So is staying at home. Besides,
do you count _all_ the costs?

The money you pay for stages and steamboats is the smallest of the
items. There are clothes bought which would not otherwise be bought;
those clothes are worn out and defaced twenty times as quick as they
would have been at home; children are perhaps left with domestics,
or strangers; their health and morals, to say the least, under very
uncertain influence; your substance is wasted in your absence by those
who have no self-interest to prompt them to carefulness; you form an
acquaintance with a multitude of people, who will be sure to take
your house in their way, when they travel next year; and finally, you
become so accustomed to excitement, that home appears insipid, and
it requires no small effort to return to the quiet routine of your
duties. And what do you get in return for all this? Some pleasant
scenes, which will soon seem to you like a dream; some pleasant faces,
which you will never see again; and much of crowd, and toil, and dust,
and bustle.

I once knew a family which formed a striking illustration of my
remarks. The man was a farmer, and his wife was