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Marlborough Press, Volume I, Issue 10, 9 March 1860, Page 4

Human Nature. —How lonely we are in the world ; how selfish and secret, everybody ! You and your wife have pressed the same pillow for fi. rty years, and fancy yourselves united. Psha! dees she cry out when you have the gout, or do you lie awake when she has the tooth-acdie'/ Your artless daughter, seemingly all innocence, and devoted to her mamma and her piano-lesson, is thinking of neither, but of the younglieutenant with whom she danced at the last ball j the honest, frank boy, just returned from school, is secretly speculating upon the money you will give him, and the debts he owes the tartman. The old grandmother, croaning in the corner and bound to another world in a few months, has some business or cares which are quite private and her own; very likely she is thinking of fifty years back, and that night when she made such an impression, and danced a cotillon with the captain before your father proposed for her—or what a silly little overrated creature your wife is, and how absurdly you are infatuated about her. And, as for your wife, 0, philosophic reader, answer and say—Do you tell her all ? Ah, sir, a distinct universe walks about under your hat and under mine ) all things in Nature are different to each : the woman we look at has not the same features, the dish we eat from has not the same taste, to the one and the other. You and I are but a pair of infinite isolations, with some fellowislands a little more or less near to us.—• Thackeray.