There Is Peace More Destructive Of The

The Only Athletic Sport I Ever Mastered Was Backgammon.

Happiness Grows At Our Own Firesides, And Is Not To Be Picked In Strangers' Gardens.

That Questionable Superfluity Small Beer.

Habitual Intoxication Is The Epitome Of Every Crime.

What A Fine-looking Thing Is War! Yet, Dress It As We May, Dress And Feather It, Daub It With Gold, Huzza It, And Sing Swaggering Songs About It,--what Is It, Nine Times Out Of Ten, But Murder In Uniform!