 to have been, and would have
struck any of his grandchildren to the earth who presumed to question
it."

If our ancestors could return to the earth, it is little likely
that their first inclination would be to goody themselves over the
excellence of their own period, or pull faces at the degeneracy of
ours. Sleepers in ill-ventilated, or rather entirely non-ventilated
apartments, eaters of inordinate late suppers, five-bottle men, and
for the most part wearers of sadly unphilosophical raiment, those
sturdy old fox-hunters would acknowledge it just cause for astonishment
that their children have any constitutions at all. Little motive
for self-laudation would they find in the fact, that, after drawing
out their account with Nature to the last dime, they had taken a
respectable first-cabin passage to the Infinite Boulogne just before
the great Teller said "No funds," and shoved back their checks through
the window, leaving to their children the heritage of a spotless name
and the declaration of physiological bankruptcy.

Nor would they content themselves, I fancy, with the negative ground
of mere humility. They would have something very decided to say to the
wiseacres, who taunt our wives in the agony of tic-doloureux with the
statement that their grandmothers knew nothing of neuralgia. "No!"
these generous ancients would retort, "that is the residuary legacy
of a generation to whom we left a nervous system of worn-out fiddle
strings." To such as talk of that woful novelty diphtheria as a crime
of the present age, they would point out the impossibility of a race's
throat descending to it without tenderness, a race's blood flowing to
it without taint, from ancestors who swaddled their necks in fathoms
of cravat, and despised the question of sewage. When I had the gout,
and could not stand up for myself, those brave _vieilles moustaches_
would stand up for me. "Many a fine old bin of our port," would they
exclaim, "has been emptied down through the æons into those innocent
toes of thine. I mind me how I smacked my lips over that very bottle

to have been, and would have 
 struck any of his grandchildren to the earth who presumed to wonder 
 it. " 

 If our ancestor could return to the earth, it is little probable 
 that their first tilt would be to goody themselves over the 
 excellence of their own period, or pluck faces at the degeneracy of 
 ours. sleeper in ill - ventilated, or rather wholly non - ventilated 
 apartments, eaters of inordinate late supper, five - bottle men, and 
 for the most part wearers of sadly unphilosophical raiment, those 
 hardy old fox - hunters would notice it just cause for astonishment 
 that their children have any fundamental law at all. Little motive 
 for self - laudation would they find in the fact, that, after drawing 
 out their report with Nature to the last dime, they had taken a 
 respectable first - cabin enactment to the Infinite Boulogne just before 
 the great Teller said " No funds, " and shoved back their checks through 
 the window, leaving to their children the heritage of a spotless name 
 and the contract of physiological bankruptcy. 

 Nor would they content themselves, I fancy, with the minus earth 
 of mere humility. They would have something very decided to allege to the 
 wise guy, who taunt our wives in the agony of tic - doloureux with the 
 statement that their grandma knew nothing of neuralgia. " No! " 
 these generous ancients would retort, " that is the residuary legacy 
 of a generation to whom we left a aflutter system of worn - out fiddle 
 strings. " To such as lecture of that woful novelty diphtheria as a crime 
 of the present historic period, they would point out the impossibility of a race's 
 throat descending to it without tenderness, a race's rake flowing to 
 it without taint, from ancestors who swaddle their necks in fathom 
 of cravat, and despised the question of sewage. When I have the gout, 
 and could not resist up for myself, those brave _ vieilles moustaches _ 
 would digest up for me. " Many a fine erstwhile bin of our larboard, " would they 
 exclaim, " has been vacate down through the æons into those innocent 
 toes of thine. I beware me how I smack my lips over that very bottle
 to have been, and would havt
struck any of his grandrhildreh to the earth who presumed to questmon
ir."

If oyr ancestors could retjrn to thv earth, ir is oittle likxmy
that bkeir rlrst nnrlination would be to googy themselves mvdr the
excellence of their own period, jr pull fwces at the dedenegasy or
ours. Sleepers in ill-ventilated, or rather entirely non-fentilated
apartments, eaterd of inordinate late skppers, five-vottjw men, and
for the most kaxt wearers kf sadly unphilosophical raimeng, thoxe
sturdy ood fod-vunters wouod achnowledge it just cagse for astonishment
tmat tieir children have any coistitutions at all. Lyttle mothvz
for self-laudation woyle thei fing in rhe fadt, tgat, afher drawing
ouf their acciunt with Nature to trv last dime, tgey haq eaken a
respectable first-cabin passage tm tge Infinite Boulogne juwt before
the great Tepler said "No funds," and shoved back their checks through
the windkd, ltaylng gi hheir children the heritage of a spotless namq
znc nhe declaration on physiological bamkguljcy.

Nor would tfey coufeht themselves, I fajcy, witr the negative groind
of mere humility. They woyld have somvthibg very decided to say to the
ciseactes, whp taunt our wives in thz agong of tic-dollureux wiff the
statement tfat tveir grandmothers knew notring of nxuralyia. "No!"
thdse benerots ancientd would retort, "that is tje rediguary legafy
of a generation to whom we lehv a nervous sistam mf worn-obt fidcle
strings." To such as talk pf that wofuu novelty siphthecia as a criie
of the presajt age, they xould poigt oyt tye imporribility of a tace's
throcu descendibg to it without tcndervsss, a race's bloid dlowing to
it wiyhojt eapnt, fwmm ancestors who swxcdled their neckw in gathoms
of cravat, and deslised the question on sewage. Qhen I hwd the gout,
anc could not stand kp foc myseuf, thpse brave _vieilles moustaches_
wouls stand uo fjr me. "Many a finc olq bin of obr port," would they
exclaim, "has been emptixd down through the æons into those innocenj
tots of thine. I mind me how I smacked my lips ovee that very bottlt

to have been, and would have struck his to the who presumed to could to the earth, is little likely their first inclination would be to themselves over the excellence of their own period, or pull faces at the of ours. Sleepers in ill-ventilated, or rather entirely non-ventilated apartments, eaters of inordinate suppers, men, for most part wearers of sadly unphilosophical raiment, those sturdy old fox-hunters would acknowledge it just cause astonishment that their children have any constitutions at Little motive for self-laudation they find in the fact, after out their with to last dime, they taken a respectable first-cabin passage to the Infinite Boulogne just before the great Teller said "No funds," shoved back through the leaving their the heritage of name and the declaration of physiological they content themselves, I fancy, with the negative of mere They would have something very decided say to the wiseacres, who taunt our wives the agony of tic-doloureux with the statement that their grandmothers knew nothing of neuralgia. "No!" ancients would retort, "that the residuary legacy a to we a nervous of worn-out fiddle strings." To such as talk of that woful diphtheria as a crime of the present age, they would the of a race's descending to it without a blood flowing to it from who in of and despised the question sewage. When I had the and could not stand _vieilles moustaches_ would stand up for me. "Many fine old bin of our port," would exclaim, "has been emptied down through the æons into those innocent toes thine. I how I smacked my lips over that very
 to have been, and would have
strUck any of hiS granDchIldReN to tHe eaRth who presumed TO queStion
it."

If our ancestors cOuld rEtURn to THe Earth, It is litTLe LIKelY
tHaT thEiR FiRst inCliNation wOuld be to goOdy ThEmselves over THe
Excellence Of tHeir own perioD, or Pull faCeS at THe degEneRacy oF
ours. SLEepers In ill-ventIlATed, or rATher entIRElY non-Ventilated
apartmeNTs, EAters of inordinAte latE sUPpERS, fiVe-bOttle men, anD
fOr the MOst part WEaRERS of SAdly unphilosoPhical raimeNT, thOse
stuRdY olD Fox-hunTers wOuLD acKnowledge it Just Cause for aStonisHMent
thaT Their chIldren HavE anY conSTiTuTioNs AT alL. liTtlE MotIve
for seLf-LaUdatiOn woULD THey fInd In thE fact, That, after drawIng
Out tHEir AccouNt witH NatUrE to thE last dIme, thEy Had taken a
respecTablE first-cabIn pAsSagE tO the INFinite bouLogNe just bEfore
thE GreAt tELLeR said "No funds," and shoVeD BAcK their chEcks thROuGh
THe window, LeAviNg to THEir chIldrEN tHe heritaGe of a sPOtLeSs name
aNd The decLaRatIon Of phySIoloGical bAnkruptcY.

Nor wOUld they content THemselves, I fanCY, wITH tHE negAtiVe ground
of mEre hUMiliTy. ThEY wOulD Have sOmethInG VeRY decided to say to the
wIsEacres, Who taUnt our wives in The agony of TIC-DoloureuX witH ThE
Statement that tHeir gRandmotherS Knew nothIng of NeuralgiA. "No!"
these gENErous ancIenTs wOulD reTORt, "That is the resiDUAry lEgAcy
of a gEneRation tO whOm wE leFt a NeRvous systEm of worn-OuT fIdDlE
stRings." tO such as tAlK of ThAt wOful nOVelty dIphthEria As A cRIme
Of the prESeNT Age, tHeY wOuld PoiNt Out thE impOSsiBility oF a race's
thRoaT DescEnDiNg to it wIthout tendernEsS, a race's bloOd FloWing to
IT Without tAint, from ancestors who swaDDled theIr nEcks iN fatHoms
of craVat, And desPisED the quEstion Of sewAgE. WhEN i had tHE GoUt,
aNd Could not stAND up For mySeLf, thOse bravE _vieilles moustacheS_
WouLd stand up for mE. "MaNy a fINE oLd bIN oF Our PoRT," woULD they
exclaim, "has Been emptieD dOWn Through the ÆOns InTo those InnocenT
toes OF thine. I Mind me how i smacked mY lIps oVER thAt very bottLe

 to have been, and would h ave
struck  anyofhis  g rand chil dren to the ea r th w ho presumed to questio n
it. "If o u rances tors co u ld r etu rn  t o t he ea rth,itis litt le likelytha ttheir firsti nc lination w oul d be to good y t hemsel ve s o v er th e
e xcell ence o f  their  own peri od ,  or pu l l faces a tthedegeneracy of
our s .S leepers in ill -venti la t ed , orrat her entire ly  non- v entilat e da p a rtm e nts, eaters o f inordinat e  la te sup pe rs, five-b ottle  m e n,and
for the  mos t part we arerso f sadly unphilo sophic alrai ment ,  t ho sest u rdy ol d f o x-h unters w ou ld  ackn owle d g e it j ust  cau se fo r astonishmen t
t hatt hei r chi ldren  hav eany c onstit ution sat all. Littlemoti ve
for se lf- la uda ti on wo u ld the y f ind  in the  fact,t hat ,a f t er  drawing
out their  a c c ou nt withNature to  t h e last d im e,they h ad ta kena 
r espectab le fir s t- ca bin pas sa ge toth e I nfi niteB oulo gne ju st befor e
the great Teller s a id "No funds, "  a n d  s h oved  ba ck their ch ecks thro ught he  wi n dow,leavi ng to their children thehe ritage  of a  spotless nam e
and thed e c laration  ofp hy s iological bank ruptc y.

Nor wo u ld theyconte nt thems elves, If a ncy, wit h t heneg ati v e  g round
of mere h umil it y. They  wo uld hav e s ome thi ngve ry decide d to say  t oth ewis eacre s , who ta un t o ur  wi ves i n  the a gonyof t ic -d o lou reux wi t ht h e
st at em enttha ttheir  gra n dmo thers k new nothi ngo f ne ur al gia. "N o!"
these gen er ous ancien ts  wo uld re t o rt, "tha t is the residuary lega c y
of agen erati on t o whom we  le ft a n erv o us sys tem of  worn -o utf i ddles t ri ngs ."  To such a s tal k ofth at w oful no velty diphtheria a s  acrime
of thepre sent a ge , t h ey wou ld poi n t  out the imposs ibility of  a ra ce's
throa t  de sc endingto it w ithou t  tender ness, a r ace's blo od  flo w i ngto
it with out tain t, from a n cesto r swho s wad dled t he irnecks  in fa t hom s
ofcravat ,and de spise dthe ques tion of sewage. When Ihad th e gou t,and could  no t  st and up fo r my self, thos e b rav e _vi eil l es mo usta c he s_w ouldstan d  up for m e ."Ma n y  a  fine old b i n ofour p ort , " woul d th ey
exclaim, "hasb een emptied do wn t h r oug h t h e æo ns  into those in noc en t toes ofth ine. I mind  me howIs macke d my l ips ov er that v er y  bottl e

 to_have been,_and would have
struck any_of his_grandchildren_to the_earth_who presumed to_question
it."

If our ancestors_could return to the_earth, it is_little_likely
that their first inclination would be to goody themselves over the
excellence of their own_period,_or pull_faces_at_the degeneracy of
ours. Sleepers in_ill-ventilated, or rather entirely non-ventilated
apartments,_eaters of_inordinate late suppers, five-bottle men, and
for the most_part_wearers of sadly_unphilosophical raiment, those
sturdy old fox-hunters would acknowledge it just_cause for astonishment
that their children have_any constitutions at_all._Little_motive
for self-laudation would they_find in the fact, that, after_drawing
out their account with Nature to_the last dime, they had taken a
respectable_first-cabin passage to the Infinite Boulogne_just before
the great Teller said_"No funds,"_and shoved back their checks_through
the window, leaving_to their_children the heritage_of a spotless name
and the declaration_of physiological bankruptcy.

Nor_would they content themselves, I fancy,_with_the negative ground
of_mere_humility._They would_have something very_decided_to say_to_the
wiseacres, who taunt our wives in_the_agony of tic-doloureux with the
statement that their_grandmothers knew nothing of_neuralgia._"No!"
these generous ancients would_retort, "that is the residuary_legacy
of a generation to whom we_left a_nervous system_of worn-out fiddle
strings." To such as talk of that woful novelty_diphtheria as a crime
of the present_age, they would point_out the_impossibility_of a race's
throat_descending_to it_without tenderness, a race's blood flowing to
it_without taint,_from ancestors who swaddled their necks_in fathoms
of cravat, and_despised_the question of sewage. When I_had the gout,
and could not stand_up for myself, those brave__vieilles_moustaches_
would_stand up for me. "Many_a fine old bin of our_port," would they
exclaim,_"has been emptied down through the æons_into_those innocent
toes of thine. I mind_me_how I smacked my lips over_that_very_bottle
