Thrusted Light Is Worse Than Presented Pistols.

Let Faith Oust Fact; Let Fancy Oust Memory; I Look Deep Down And Do Believe.

No Town-bred Dandy Will Compare With A Country-bred One- I Mean A Downright Bumpkin Dandy- A Fellow That, In The Dog-days Of Summer, Will Mow His Two Acres In Buckskin Gloves For Fear Of Tanning His Hands.

For God's Sake, Be Economical With Your Lamps And Candles! Not A Gallon You Burn, But At Least One Drop Of Man's Blood Was Spilled For It.

Evil Is The Chronic Malady Of The Universe, And Checked In One Place, Breaks Forth In Another.

Some Dying Men Are The Most Tyrannical; And Certainly, Since They Will Shortly Trouble Us So Little For Evermore, The Poor Fellows Ought To Be Indulged.