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or are attended by the insanity of miserliness, that they are to be justly made a subject of ridicule or censure. -R. CHAMBERS.
The fewer things a man wants, the nearer he is to God.
spread out for sale, he exclaimed:
"How much there is in the world that I do not want."
Diogenes being asked why it was that the philosophers sought the society of the rich much more than the latter sought theirs, replied,
"Because philosophers know what they want, and the others do not."
Our portion is not large, indeed,
In this the art of living lies,
We'll therefore relish with content,
WANTS OF MAN.
"Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long."
'Tis not with me exactly so,
But 'tis so in the song.
My wants are many, and if told,
And were each wish a mint of Gold,
What first I want is daily bread,
And canvas-backs and wine;
And all the realms of nature spread
Before me when I dine;
With four choice cooks from France, beside
To dress my dinner well;
Four courses scarcely can provide
My appetite to quell.
What next I want at heavy cost,
Is elegant attire ;
Black sable furs for winter's frost,
And silks for summer's fire;
And Cashmere shawls, and Brussels lace
My bosom's front to deck,
And diamond rings my hands to grace,
And rubies for my neck.
And then I want a mansion fair,
A dwelling-house in style,
Four stories high, for wholesome air
A massive marble pile;
With halls for banquettings and balls,
With high-blood steeds in fifty stalls,
I want a garden and a park,
A thousand acres (bless the mark!)
With walls encompassed round-
Where flocks may range and herds may low,
And kids and lambkins play,
And flowers and fruits commingled grow,
All Eden to display.
I want, when summer's foliage falls,
And autumn strips the trees,
A house within the city's walls,
But here, as space is somewhat scant,
My house in town I only want
I want a steward, butler, cooks;
I want a cabinet profuse,
Of medals, coins, and gems;
And plants, and minerals, and shells;
Worms, insects, fishes, birds;
And every beast on earth that dwells
In solitude or herds.
I want a board of burnish'd plate,
Tureens, of twenty pounds in weight,
Plateaus, with chandeliers and lamps, Plates, dishes-all the same;
And porcelain vases, with the stamps
And maples of fair glossy stain,
My walls with tapestry bedeck'd,
And damask curtains must protect
And mirrors of the largest pane,
I want (who does not want?) a wife,
To solace all the woes of life,
And all its joys to share.
Of temper sweet, of yielding will,
Of firm yet placid mind,
With all my faults to love me still,
With sentiment refined.
And as time's car incessant runs,
And fortune fills my store,
I want of daughters and of sons
I want (alas! can mortal dare
That all the girls be chaste and fair--
And when my bosom's darling sings,
A pedal harp of many strings
Must open stand, apart,
That all my daughters may be taught
My wife and daughters will desire
The civet fragrance shall dispense,
And when at night my weary head
A chamber south, to hold my bed,
With blankets, counterpanes, and sheets,
Mattress, and sack of down,
And comfortables for my feet,
And pillows for my crown.
I want a warm and faithful friend,
To cheer the adverse hour,