Time with the busy seems to pass swiftly. Sundays come before I think they are hardly passed. But not so with idle and lazy on these crowns, in society the hours drag a heavy burden, and it is probably a wise provision that it should be so, or these creatures would never move or use the least exertion. But few things more dispensable than an idle poor man, whose situation requires him to be doing. He is justly an object of the finger of scorn and contempt to be pointed at. For myself, I have no patience with them. I want them out of my sight. I have several of this class today. I hope you will avoid such all vice, particularly this.