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Poetical.
THE HEART OF MAN IS LIKE A
HARP.
11YJOIIY cuarmax,
The heart of man is like a harp
Of many thousand strings;
Touched by a skillful band, a tone
Breathes front its sweet, or low, or sharp,
(Jr plaintive as a fairy's own,
When broken aro its wings.
Oh ! many aro tho notes that ring
From this poor heart of mine;
Sometimes 'tis like a joyous bird,
When at the first warm days of spring,
The fountain of all love is stirred,
Moved by a hand divine.
Brit then again and tones of woo,
Come from each trembling string;
Sad as childless mother's heart,
When all she loved is laid low,
And the hot tears unbidden start
From her heart withering.
Deal gently with this wondrous harp—
Breathe on it soft and low;
Lot every trembing note ho from,
Whether of sweet, or low, or sharp,
That e'en the saddest tones may be
A melody in woe.
Volitical.
Letter front Major Jack Downing.
DOWNINOVILLE, STATE OF MAINE.
Saturday, Sept. 18, 1852.
MR. GALES d; SzATotr: My dear old
friends, I wish I had better news to write
to you. I'm peaky afraid Gineral Scott is
coining in. And, arter all, I don't know
why I should feel so much afraid of it, es
pecially on my own account, for don't
spose he's a very bad man. But I feel
bad for Uncle Joshua. His whole heart
is bound up in the post-office, and if he
should lose it, I'm afraid it would almost
be the death of him. He's had it now
more than twenty years, and he's more
fond of it because it was give to him by
dear old General Jackson. He loves it
now like one of his own family, and I think
it would be about the hardest ono of the
family for him to part with, unless 'tis
Aunt Kesiah. If he shud lose ary one of
'em, that is Aunt Keziah or the post-office,
I know it would break his heart. And
that's what makes me feel so bad at the
turn things has took down this way in fa
vor of Gineral Scott. If any way could
be contrived to keep Uncle Joshua in the
post-office, I wouldn't care a snap if Gin
oral Scott did come in. And I guess
there's a good deal of the same sort of
feelin' amongst a good many of the Democ
racy. I'll just give you a sample of it.
There's Cousin Sargent Joel, he can't
live without hurrahing for somebody as
much as Win or threo tunes a day. He got
in a habit of it in old Hickory' time, and
he couldn't never leave off since. Two or
three weeks ago Uncle Joshua and I was
in the barn, planning a little about getting
out the voters to the election, when all at
once we heard somebody back of the barn
holler with all his might, "Hurrah for
Gineral Scott." Wo both started and run
round the corner of the barn as fast as we
could, and who should we see there but
Cousin Sargent Joel, standing on a stump,
swinging his hat all alone and hollering at
the top of his voice,"Hurrah for Gineral
Scott." Uncle Joshua looked as cross as
thunder, and Cousin Joel colored a little
as suun as he saw us, but he swung his hat
again and sung out once more, "Hurrah
for Gineral Scott, and I don't care who
bears it."
"What's that you - Say 1" said Uncle
Joshua.
"I say, hurrah for Ginoral Scott, and I
don't care who hears it," says Cousin Joel,
putting on his bat and jumping off the
stump.
"Well, this is a pretty piece of busi
ness," said Uncle Joshua, "setting such
examples as this to their neighbors.—
There s many a word spoke in jest that's
turned into arnest before it's done with;
and you ought to be careful how you set
such hurrahs agoin. If you once get 'em
started there's no knowing what'll be the
end on't."
"Why, Joel, what do you mean?" said
Uncle Joshua; "if you are going to turn
Whig say so, and lot us put you out of the
synagogue at once, and be done with it.—
I want a plain right up and down answer
—are you going for Gineral Pierce or
not,"
unfingbon
HUNTINGDON, PA., THURSDAY, OCTOBER 14, 1852.
'spose I shall," said Cousin Joel.
Then, why in the name of common sense
don't you hurrah for him? said Uncle
Joshua, "and try and get up some enthu
siamusy. You ought to be ashamed to
throw your hurrahs away on 'tether side."
"Now, Uncle Joshua, I'll tell you
what 'tis," said Sargent Joel, straighten
ing himself up just as he used to at the
head of the company in Nullification times,
says he, "I'll tell you what it is, Uncle
Joshua, I'm willing to vote for Gineral
Pierce, to help you keep the post-office,
and I mean to; but you needen't ask me
'to hurrah for him, for I can't stand no
such Tom-foolery as that. I've tried it,
and it won't go, no how. It makes rue
feel so much like digging small potatoes
and few in a hill. But when I get right
hungry for a hurrah, I give it to Gineral
Scott, and I find there's refreshment and
nourishment in that, something like real
meat; it makes me feel as it used to when
we gin the loudest hurrahs for Gineral
Jackson."
Uncle Johshua turned away looking
rather down in the mouth, and saying,
"he didn't know what the world was coin
ing to."
— As near as I can find out, there's a
great many Democrats in this State, and
other places too that's in the same fix as
Cousin Sargent Joel Downing; they've
tried to hurrah for Gineral Pierce, and
can't. Over to the raisin of Squire Jones'
barn 'tether day, after they all got through,
Squire Jones, who is a great Democrat,
called out, "now let us give three cheers
for Gineral Pierce." As quick as a look,
they all swung their hats, and about three
quarters of 'em sung out as loud as they
could holler, "hurrah for Gineral Cass!'
At that Squire Jones flew into a rage, and
told 'em they was traitors to the party,
and no true Democrat would hurrah for
any body but Gincral Pierce; that touches
the dander of the rest of them and about
twenty swung their hats, and cried out
lustily, "hurrah for Gineral Scott," and
asked Squire Jones if he liked that any
better.
These things has kept Uncle Joshua
very uneasy along back, and before our
State election, which come along last Mon
day, he got quite nervous; and he ain't no
better yet. We've been in a state of con
boberation all the week, trying to find out
how the election's gone, but it's a hard
sum to word out. I went over this morn
ing to help Uncle Joshua figure up. He
was setting to the table with his specta
cles on, and the papers spread all round
him, and a pen in his hand, and a dark
scowl on his brow. He was thinking so
hard he diden't seem to know when I come
in. Says Aunt Keziah, says she, "I'm
dreadful glad you've come in, Major; your
uncle will wake himself sick working over
them figures."
Says I, "well Uncle Joshua, how aro
we coming on?"
"I'm afraid we are coming out at the
little end of the horn, Major," says Uncle
Joshua, and he looked up over his specta
cles so pale and melancholy it made me
feel bad. Says he, "I don't like the looks
of it a bit; the State is on the back track
again towards Whiggery, jest as 'pvas
when Harrison came in."
"Oh, I guss not," says I, for I wanted
to cheer him up as much as I could.—
"The liquor law has played the mischief
with this election all around, and got
things badly mixed up: but if we sift 'em
out carefully we shall find the democrats
as strong as ever." Uncle Joshua shook
his head. Says I, "Let us see the figures.
Here's the returns from three hundred
towns, all the State except some of the
outskirts. Mr Hubbard and Chandler,
the two Democratic candidates for Gover
nor, have together more than fifty-eight
thousand votes, and Mr. Crosby, the Whig
candidate, has a little more than twenty
seven thousand. The Democratic vote is
more than double the Whig vote. This
don't look as though the State was going
back to Whiggery."
"That don't amount to nothing at all,"
said Uncle Joshua; "a good many thou
sand of temperance Whigs voted for Hub
bard, and a good many rum Whigs voted
for Chandler; and when the Legislature
comes to meet, Grosby will stand jest as
good a chance to be chose Governor as
any one of 'em ' and better too if the State
goes over the dam the second of Novem
ber, and you may depend it's drifting that
way, or else I've forgot how to cipher.—
Jest look at the Legislature. Last year
in the Senate there was about five Demo—
crats to one Whig, and now the Whigs
have elected fourteen Senators and the
Democrats only seven leaving nine or ten
no choice, or doubtful. And then in the
House it ain't much better. Last year wo
had a clear majority of more than thirty,
land now it don't look as though ygo sloOd
have more than ten majority. And if the
State goes for Scott I believe the Legislal
tore will go that way too, Governor an
"But, may be, Uncle Joshtta," says I,
"the Whigs havn't gained so Aluch as you
think for, after all. It looks bad in the
Legislature, I see but it may be all owing
to the rum business, as you , say about the
Governor."
"No, no: it isn't that," said Uncle Josh
ua, with a heavy sigh; "you may depend
upon it the State has got a Whig drift.—'
The Congressmen tells tbe story, and there
the rum business has nothing to do with
it. In the last Congress we had five Dem
ocratic Representatives and the Whigs two.
Well, now, how is it! In the next Con
gress this State has six Representatives,
and the Democrats have made out to elect
three and the Whigs three. It's jest an
even balance ' and a few more of them fool
ish hurrahs for Gineral Scott will tip the
State agin us."
"Well we must stir round," says I, "and
try to stop this hurrah business, and may
be we can save the State yet. If I ketch
Sargent Joel at it again I'll cashier him.
If Democrats can't hurrah for Pierce, they
mum% be allowed to hurrah for any body.
But after all, Uncle, suppose we should
lose this State, the nation is sate for De
mocracy. You must remember we have a
large majority of the States, and nigh two
thirds of the members of the last Con
gress."
"Well says he, "that don't prove wheth
er we shall have two-thirds or one-third in
the next Congress." If the States go on
as they begun, it will be pretty likely to
be one-third. There's only three States
that have elected their Representatives to
the next Congress yet, and that is Maine,
and Missouri, and Ohio. And only just
look at 'em. Three years ago they stood
twelve Democrats and two Whigs, and now
they stand seven Democrats and seven
Whigs. How long will it take at that rate
to turn our two-thirds into one-third 1 I'm
afraid there's a Whig drift going over the
country that'll swamp us. Sailors tell us
about the big tenth wave that rolls up and
carries everything afore it, and I'm think
ing it seems to be a geed deal so in poli
ties. There was a big tenth wave in 1840,
and you remember what work it made. It
looks a good deal as if there was another
big tenth wave rolling up now, to swamp
the Democracy and upset Congress. We've
got to have trying times, Major. I don't
know what'll become of the country if the
Whigs get the upper hand. He said this
with such a mournful expression that I ace
the tears come into Aunt Keziah's eyes.—
She's a good christian woman, and she laid
her hand on his shoulder, and says she,
"Oh, Mr. Downing, pray don't be so wor
ried, but trust in Providence."
And now, Mr. Gales & Seaton, if you
can say anything to encourage us, or to re
lieve Unole Joshua's anxious mind, you
would do a great kindness to our old friend,
MAJOR JACK DOWNING.
Ptioceltastetwo.
For the Journal.
Birmingham Female Seminary.
This institution—located in the borough
of Birmingham, Huntingdon county—de
voted exclusively to the education of fe
males—has acquired a deservedly high re
putation through the laudable efforts and
unceasing perseverance of its worthy and
respectable Principal—the Rev. Israel W.
Ward, pastor of the Presbyterian Church
—who possesses the necessary qualifica
tions, in au eminent degree, to impart in
struction to our. youth as well as to those
of riper years—and who has engaged the
services of three young ladies, well quali
fied, to aid him in this very important un
dertaking.
This institution is what it purports to be;
a school for females—where the heart and
mind of the scholar will be properly taught
and directed—by precept and example.—
And we have no doubt but this Seminary
will continue to deserve and receive the
public approbation and a liberal share of
patronage. To parents and guardians who
have daughters to educate, we would res
pectfully say, send them to this institution,
where, we confidently believe, they will be
well educated and the heart moulded aright.
We have been led to make these re
marks from the fact of our having witness
ed a public examination of the scholars it;
this Female Seminary on Tuesday after
noon, 28th ult., with which we wore much
pleased and edified. Every scholar gave
evidence of close application to study and
a thorough knowledge of the different
branches of learning on which they were
examined, which was entirely satisfactory
and ►dicative of unwearied patience, tal
,ent, energy, and diligence, on the part of
thB accomplished female assistant teacher
ess, and of great supervisory care of the
Principal of the Seminary.
AUHUSTINE WAKEFIELD,
ANDREW S. HARRISON,
SAMUEL CALDWELL,
IMO EPHRAIM BALLY,
J. K. 11100AHAN,
A. P. CALDEEWOOD, N. D.
1 October, 1852.
There is a man in London Who has
a'eanary'with such a delightful voice that
he sweetens his tea with it.
Choosing a Profession.
Young men in making a choice of pro
fession or business, must be governed in a
considerable degree, by their particular
'tastes and talents, and in estimating these
there is no little danger of mistake. They
often have a strong inclination for sonic
pursuit for which they have no qualifica
tions. And following the inclination in
such cases is a grand blunder. Thus there
are many in the pulpit who were evidently
intended for the blacksmith's shop; while
there are men in the field and the shop,
who would have made splendid preachers,
had their choice and education been wisely
directed in youth.
Generally speaking there is among young
persons an aversion to mechanical or agri
cultural pursuits, and an eager disposition
to engage in mercantile and professional
life. There is a silly and ignorant pride
that professes to look down upon the me
chauic arts as vulgar and ungenteel, and
those engaged in them as unfit to be intro
duced into the upper class of society.—
This ridiculous prejudice of course has its
effect in increasing the throng of lawyers,
ministers, and physicians, and swelling the
multitude of young merchants without cap
ital, and clerks in mercantile houses. This
too, leads to that constant rush of young
men from the country to th . city in search
of clerkshipi, which we have often reason
ed against.
We have a few plain and obvious re
marks to offer on this subject of choosing
a business for life. The first is, that
young men, unless they have great appli
cation, industry, decided talent, and see
the way clear to acquire a thorough edu
cation, had better avoid the so called lib
eral profession. A lazy, ignorant, or
thickheaded doctor, minister, or lawyer,
stands little chalice in these days, unless he
happens to have wealth or influential
friends to Mart kiw. We have hundreds
of stupid lawyers and doctors already in
our country, who are living from hand to
mouth, trying to keep up appearances, who
might have been respectable and success
ful, if they had learned a good trade and
stuck to it. For pity's sake, let no man
expose himself to a like fate.
Let young men-be cautioned against,
prefering clerkships to mechanical trades.
It has been estimated that not one in ten
attempting business in large cities, and not
one in a hundred commencing as clerks
have succeeded. Their failure has been
variously disreputable, ignominious, and,
often followed by a broken spirit, aiz halo- I
lent, reckless, dissipated or criminal life,
pursued in vagrancy and ended in the poor
house or the prison. This may seem a
strong picture, but the reality is worse.—
And when young men of ordinary minds
and means can choose in favor of sonic
good trade, or engage in agriculture, it is
their wisdom to do so.
There is this to be said in favor of any
useful honest calling, that if a 3 oung man
will aot correctly and apply himsdlf dili
gently, ho will make people respect him.
The silly devotees of fashion may shun him,
' but the substantial and truly hightuinded
will see his worth and honor it. The
grand reason why mechanics are not more
highly esteemed is their own negleet to
make themselves intelligent and respecta
ble. Having made choice of your pur
suit, resolve to follow it in such a spirit
and with such application, as to excel in it,
and as will place you in circumstances of
manly independence; for; to a highminded
young man, the idea of being dependent
'upon relatives or friends must be exces
sively painful. Strive to attain worldly
competence, not as the means of making a
show, or of living idly, but do good and
help 'the deserving and needy.
The bone and sinew of a nation are its
prudent, temperate, upright, working men.
The farmer, the ldacksmith, the builder,
and all the other useful toilers, are indi- I
rectly giving more stability, wealth and
strength to their country, than any other
classes. It is honor enough to belong to
those of whom it may be truly said,
"Those are the men that mak - e the 'State,
it A dentist whose skill at teeth pal•
ling is well known, was recently called up.
on by a wag who was carrying at old gar
don rake.
"Doctor," said ho s "I want you to pull
a couple of teeth for me."
"You'vell," teplied the doctor, "take
a seat in that choir, and .show nie the
teeth."
"Well, sir,', replied the wag, "1 wanl
you to pull those two broken. teeth out of
this rake."
For a moment the doctor was non-plus
sod by the joke;. but recovering himself re
plied;
"Well here, let me have the rake; /
might as well take the teeth from one ral4
as another."
lk did so; atiil demanded hie fee of two
dollars.
UNEASY and ambitious gentility is al
ways spurious. The garment which one
has long worn ever sits comfortably.
roo on
The Irishman and the Deacon
A few months ago, as Deacon Ingalls, of
Swatnpscot, it. 1., was traveling through
the western part of the State of N. Y., he
fell in wits an Irishman who had lately ar
rived in this country, and who was in quest
of a brother that came on before him and
settled in some of the diggius in that vi
cinity.
Pitt was a. strong athletic man ; a true
Catholic, and had never seen the interior of
a Protestant church. It was a pleasant
Sabbath morning that brother Ingalls met
Pat, who inquired for the road nearest to
the church.
Ingalls was a good pious man, He told
Pat he us going to church himself, and
invited his new made acquaintance to ac
company him thither, his place of destina
tion being a small Methodist meeting house
near by. There was a great revival tberd
at that time, and one of the deacons (who,
by the way, was very small in stature,) in
vited brother I. to take a seat in his pew.
He accepted the invitation and walked in,
followed by Pat, who looked in vain to find
the altar, &c. After he was seated he turn
ed to brother I. and in a whisper which
could be heard all around, inquired—
" Sure, and isn't this a heretic church i"
“Hush !” said Ingalls, "if you speak a
loud word they will put you out.
a word will I speak at all at all,"
replied Pat.
The meeting was opened with a prayer
by the pastor. Pat was eyeing him very
closely, when suddenly an old gentleman
who was standing in the pew directly in
front of Pat, shouted 'glory.' 'His-st, ye
clear divil,' rejoined Pat, with his loud
whisper, which was heard by the minister,
"be decent, and don't make a blackguard
of yourself."
The persons grew more and more fervent
in their devotions. Presently the deacon
uttered an inaudible groan. "His-at, ye
blackguard,have ye no decency at all at all?'
said Pat, at the same moment giving the
deacon a punch in the ribs, which caused
him to lose his equilibrium. The minister
stopped and extending his hand in a supli
eating manner, said, 'Brethern we cannot
be disturbed in this way, will some one bo
kind enough tort that man out , "
"Yes, your riverance," shouted Pat, "I
will."
And suiting the action to the word, he
collared the deacon, and to the utter hor
ror and astonishment of the pastor, brother
Ingalls, and the whole congregation, he
dragged him through the aisle, and with a
tremendous kick a posteriori, as the logi
cians say, ho landed him in the vestibule
of the church.
From the Spirit World.
The following is reported as a true mes
sage from a certain individual now in the
"Spirit World," as we have been told :
Rapper— John S. Jones?
Spirit of John answers by two raps.
R—Are you happy?
S—Yes, in all but one thing.
R—What is that ?
S—l left the world without calling on
the printer as I promised. oif I could
but return to the earth, I would do—
lI—Do what I
S—Call on the poor printer and pay him
them four dollars, but its too late.
It—No; send a message to your once
fond, dear wife, to pay it for you, and then
you will be happy.
yes, tell her if she wishes me to
enjoy eternal happiness, to go at once and
discharge the debt and everlasting bliss is
mine.
It—l will do as you bid me.
_
A message is despatched to widow Jones,
informing her of the sufferings of the spirit
of her It to husband, on account of not ma
king peace with the printers. She answers
that she will go at once, pay'the mare of
types, and ask him his forgiveness for her
poor dear Jones.
lt—l sent a message, as you bid me, to
your wife, and she is, ere this on her way
to the friend you had forgotten whilst on
earth.
S—O, joy unspeakable.
A—She has seen the printer s and paid
Lien !
Snappy •' happy !! am I ! ! !
The above is a warning to you who will
not heed the call of the "man of typos."
You may, liko Jones, die without cancel
ling the dehis as ho did, and suffer the
same pangs of remorse. If you wish to
enjoy "everlasting bliss" hereaftery make
your peace with the printer.
FitiENDS we queer things. It is an old
saying that they aro always absent when
you need thew; but as soon as you can do
without them, they swarm about you like
bees about a hogshead of sugar. Lucky
are you if misfortune does not convert
'them into enemies. Wound a porpoise, and
all his comrades pitch into hint without
mercy. So with human beings—a pros
perous rogue we can respect, but the grea
test of grimes is to be unfortunate. "Hit
him again:---he has no business to bo a
horso."
VOL. 17, NO: 41.
West India Insects.
A work written by Elenty N. -Breery,-
Who reddett fof I'3 years otitte ittlittiti of
Martinique, thus describes its insects :
„The most remarkable insects ate the'
scorpion, woodslave; antrulated lizard, lo
cust, tarantula, centipede, wasp; blablcsmith
mosquito, bat, cockroach, fire fly; chikre,-
beterougei caterpillar; grasshopper, cricket ? .
dnd bee: Of tliedd, the scorpion and con.:
tipedp are the'most dangerous, the ant and
woodant the most dahructive • the musqui ,
I to the most troublesome, and tleceekroacli
the most repulsive. The desttuctiott caul
ed by the ant is generally &attired to,.
plants and flowers; but the depredations of
the woodant extend to the houses, furni
ture, and even cloths of the inhabitants ;
and the mischief they occasion is no less
ineredible than the promptitude with which
it is accomplished: The following humor
ous remarks appeared some years ago ht
the Edinburg Review :—The bete-rouge
lays the foundation of a tremendous ulcer.
In a moment you are covered with ticks;
flies get kite yolif ridge, you eat flies, drink
flies, breathe flies. Lizards, ccckroachcs,
and snakes get into your bed; ants cat up'
the books; scorpions sting you on the foot.
Every thing bites, stings or bruises r every
second of your life you are wounded hiy
Isom piece of aniinal life. An insect with
eleven legs is swimming in your tea-enp ; a
nondescript with nine wings is struggling .
1 1 in the Small-beer,or a caterpillar,. with'
several dozen eye's' id its belly, is hastening
over the bread and butter. All nature is
alive, and seems to be gathering her ente-
mological hosts to eat you up? as you are
standing ? vett of yrier coat, waistcoat add
breeches.”
N. P. Willis, in a letter dated last
April, says on this subject
"My date just written, is a little
illegi
ble, and I take the opportunity to bek you
to guard the printer against the altera
tions made in my manuscript by the owni
presaut ant of this teeming climate. I call
ed my friend's attention, just now, while I
counted to him thirteen, who were running
up and down on the quill with which I was
writing. They are all over my table and pa
per. The pitchers and washbowls are full
of them. You clean your teeth with anti.
and water—wash in ants and water—sleep
on ants and a mattress—all well enough,
if they were not attracted by fresh ink as
well as by other moisture. They do not
sip, either. They first walk through the
liquid of which they intend to taste, and
hence you sea my tribulation. They turn
my periods into commas, my semicolons in
to notes of admiration, my quotation-marks.
into stars, cot., cot. Perhaps it never oc
curred to you before, why these Islands
aro called the 'Antilles'—a corruption of
the plain English word ant-hills, if my
experience goes for anything.•
The ftespousibilty.
A young man in Virginia bad become in ,
temperate. lie was a man of great cape
city, fascination and power, but ho bad a'
passion for brandy, which tiiothfig could
control. Often in his walks a friend would
remonstrate with him in vain; and as often'
he would urge his Mead intake only a so
cial glass, but fn wain. On one occasion,.
the latter agreed to him, and as they went
up to the bar together, the barkeeper said:
'Gentlemen, what will you haver
'Wine s sir/ Was the reply.
The glasses were filled, and the two'
friends stood ready to pledge each other'
in renewed and eternal friendship, when
paused aced said to his intemperate friend
'Now if I drivrk this glass and become a
'drunkard, will you take the responsibility?'
'Set down that glass.' It was set downy
, and the two friends walked away without'
saying a word: Ah, the drunkard knows
the awful consequence cf a first glass.
Even in hiS own madness for liquor, he is
not willing to assume the responsibility of
;another's becoming a drunkard.
A SHORT STORY WITH A MORAL..—A
,young Yankee had formed an attachment
fora daughter of a rich old farmer ; and af
ter agreeing with the bonnie lassie, went
to the old farmer to ark consent; and, du- -
ring the ceremony—which was an awkward
!one with Jonathan—ho whittled away st a
stiet The old man watched the move
ment of the knife, and at the same time
continued to talk on the prospects of his
future son-in-law, as he supposed, until the'
stick had dwindled down to naught., ifo
then spoke as follows :
'You have fine property; you have steady
habits; good enough looking; but you can't
have my daughter. Had you made seine
thing, no matter what; of the stick poll have
'whittled Sway ; you eould have had her; as
it is, you cannot, your property will go as
the stick did, little by little, until all is'
gone, and your family reduced to want.—
I have read your true character; you have ,
my answer."
'lnv Rev. Mr: Steward advised three'
questions to be put to ourselves before'
speaking evil of any man:—First, is it
true? Second, is it kind? Third, is it wow- -
sary?