Comparatively，tattooingisnotthehideouscustomwhichitiscalled。Itisnotbarbarousmerelybecausetheprintingisskin-deepandunalterable。
Icannotbelievethatourfactorysystemisthebestmodebywhichmenmaygetclothing。TheconditionoftheoperativesisbecomingeverydaymorelikethatoftheEnglish；anditcannotbewonderedat，since，asfarasIhaveheardorobserved，theprincipalobjectis，notthatmankindmaybewellandhonestlyclad，but，unquestionably，thatcorporationsmaybeenriched。Inthelongrunmenhitonlywhattheyaimat。Therefore，thoughtheyshouldfailimmediately，theyhadbetteraimatsomethinghigh。
AsforaShelter，Iwillnotdenythatthisisnowanecessaryoflife，thoughthereareinstancesofmenhavingdonewithoutitforlongperiodsincoldercountriesthanthis。SamuelLaingsaysthat“theLaplanderinhisskindress，andinaskinbagwhichheputsoverhisheadandshoulders，willsleepnightafternightonthesnow……inadegreeofcoldwhichwouldextinguishthelifeofoneexposedtoitinanywoollenclothing。“Hehadseenthemasleepthus。Yetheadds，“Theyarenothardierthanotherpeople。“But，probably，mandidnotlivelongontheearthwithoutdiscoveringtheconveniencewhichthereisinahouse，thedomesticcomforts，whichphrasemayhaveoriginallysignifiedthesatisfactionsofthehousemorethanofthefamily；thoughthesemustbeextremelypartialandoccasionalinthoseclimateswherethehouseisassociatedinourthoughtswithwinterortherainyseasonchiefly，andtwothirdsoftheyear，exceptforaparasol，isunnecessary。Inourclimate，inthesummer，itwasformerlyalmostsolelyacoveringatnight。IntheIndiangazettesawigwamwasthesymbolofaday’smarch，andarowofthemcutorpaintedonthebarkofatreesignifiedthatsomanytimestheyhadcamped。Manwasnotmadesolargelimbedandrobustbutthathemustseektonarrowhisworldandwallinaspacesuchasfittedhim。Hewasatfirstbareandoutofdoors；butthoughthiswaspleasantenoughinsereneandwarmweather，bydaylight，therainyseasonandthewinter，tosaynothingofthetorridsun，wouldperhapshavenippedhisraceinthebudifhehadnotmadehastetoclothehimselfwiththeshelterofahouse。AdamandEve，accordingtothefable，worethebowerbeforeotherclothes。Manwantedahome，aplaceofwarmth，orcomfort，firstofwarmth，thenthewarmthoftheaffections。
Wemayimagineatimewhen，intheinfancyofthehumanrace，someenterprisingmortalcreptintoahollowinarockforshelter。
Everychildbeginstheworldagain，tosomeextent，andlovestostayoutdoors，eveninwetandcold。Itplayshouse，aswellashorse，havinganinstinctforit。Whodoesnotremembertheinterestwithwhich，whenyoung，helookedatshelvingrocks，oranyapproachtoacave？Itwasthenaturalyearningofthatportion，anyportionofourmostprimitiveancestorwhichstillsurvivedinus。Fromthecavewehaveadvancedtoroofsofpalmleaves，ofbarkandboughs，oflinenwovenandstretched，ofgrassandstraw，ofboardsandshingles，ofstonesandtiles。Atlast，weknownotwhatitistoliveintheopenair，andourlivesaredomesticinmoresensesthanwethink。Fromthehearththefieldisagreatdistance。Itwouldbewell，perhaps，ifweweretospendmoreofourdaysandnightswithoutanyobstructionbetweenusandthecelestialbodies，ifthepoetdidnotspeaksomuchfromunderaroof，orthesaintdwelltheresolong。Birdsdonotsingincaves，nordodovescherishtheirinnocenceindovecots。
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