Many Religious People Are Deeply Suspicious. They

Englishmen Are Not Usually Softened By Appeals To The Memory Of Their Mothers.

Bite On The Bullet, Old Man, And Don't Let Them Think You're Afraid.

Go Softly By That River Side Or When You Would Depart, You'll Find Its Every Winding Tied; And Knotted Round Your Heart.

For It's "guns This" And "guns That," And "chuck 'em Out, The Brutes," But They're The "savior Of Our Loved Ones" When The Thugs Begin To Loot.

Men, Not Children Or Servants, Tempered And Taught To The End; Cleansed Of Servile Panic, Slow To Dread Or Despise, Humble Because Of Knowledge, Mighty By Sacrifice.