their mothers have upon them. Of such ungrateful wretches, though
clothed in outward excellences, the pen can write nothing too harsh in
justice. As old Dr. South says, "the greatest favors are to such a one
but the motion of a ship upon the waves; they leave no trace, no sign
behind them. All kindness descend as showers of rain or rivers of fresh
water falling into the main sea; the sea swallows them all, but is not
all changed or sweetened by them. If you look backward and trace him up
to his original, you will find that he was born so; and if you look
forward enough, it is a thousand to one that you will find that