Excerpt from Good for Nothing: Or All Down Hill Good for thing or, all down hill Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly gliding, o'er the azure realm, In gilded trim the gallant vessel goes, Youth at the prow, and Pleasure at the helm, Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey. Gilded Wires That fine feathers make fine birds is so self-evident an adage as to admit of dispute by the most argumentative of cavillers; but that fine feathers make happy birds is a different story altogether, and one which will bear a considerable amount of discussion pro and con. Up two pair of stairs in yonder large London house, poised over a box of fragrant mignette, and commanding the comparatively extensive view of the square gardens, hangs a shining gilt bird-cage, with bath and sanded floor complete, perches for exercise, trays for hempseed and other delicacies, a graceful festooning of groundsel, and a lump of white sugar between the bars. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.