The man who has not anything to boast of but his illustrious ancestors, is like a potato, the only good belonging to him is under ground.
The New-York Mirror and Ladies' Literary Gazette (May 8, 1824)
The man who has not anything to boast of but his illustrious ancestors, is like a potato, the only good belonging to him is under ground.
The New-York Mirror and Ladies' Literary Gazette (May 8, 1824)