A Sinful Heart Makes Feeble Hand.

Chess Is A Sad Waste Of Brains.

My Foot Is On My Native Heath, And My Name Is Macgregor.

Heap On More Wood! - The Wind Is Chill; But Let It Whistle As It Will, We'll Keep Our Christmas Merry Still.

Tears Are The Softening Showers Which Cause The Seed Of Heaven To Spring Up In The Human Heart.

In That Pleasant District Of Merry England Which Is Watered By The River Don, There Extended In Ancient Times A Large Forest, Covering The Greater Part Of The Beautiful Hills And Valleys Which Lie Between Sheffield And The Pleasant Town Of Doncaster.