A weak man wants just about az mutch watching az a bad one, and haz dun
just about as mutch damage in the world.
He iz every boddy's friend, and tharefore he iz no ones, and what he iz
a going tew do next iz az unknown tew him as tew others.
He haint got enny more backbone than an angleworm haz, and wiggles in
and wiggles out ov every thing.
He will talk to-day like a wize man, and to-morrow like a phool, on the
same subjekt.
He alwuss sez "Yes," when he should say "No," and staggers thru life
like a drunken man.
Heaven save us from the weak man, whoze deseptions hav no fraud in them,
and whoze friendships are the wuss desighns he kan hav on us.
[Illustration: JOSH BILLINGS HAVING FINISHED HIS BOOK, MEDITATES
SUICIDE, BUT IS A LITTLE UNCERTAIN AS TO THE MODE.]