Every day’s experience must convince the man of observation, that our
happiness depends upon the cultivation of our social duties, upon the
nurture of humanity and benevolence; that our crimes often proceed from
the want of domestic harmony, and that the flagitious deeds which glare
upon us with so horrid an aspect, are generally the consequences of a
deviation from the still small voice of duty and of love. He, who has
been accustomed to despise the feelings of the son, the husband, and the
friend, will not often be found proof again all the allurements of
interest and of vice. He, who (unless driven by hunger and despair)
lifts up his daring arm to arrest the property or the life of his
fellow-creature, never felt those soft sensations which arise from the
consciousness of being beloved; for let no man be called wretched who
has this in reserve, let no man be called poor who has a friend to
consult.
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