A Women Can Make An Average Man

O, Life! How Pleasant Is Thy Morning, Young Fancy's Rays The Hills Adorning! Cold Pausing Caution's Lesson Scorning, We Frisk Away, Like Schoolboys, At The Expected Warning, To Joy And Play.

Apropos, Is Not The Scotch Phrase 'auld Lang Syne' Exceedingly Expressive? I Shall Give You The Verses On The Other Sheet. The Words Of 'auld Lang Syne' Are Good, But The Music Is An Old Air, The Rudiments Of The Modern Tune Of That Name. ... Dare To Be Honest And Fear No Labor. ... Opera Is Where A Man Gets Stabbed In The Back, And Instead Of Dying, He Sings. ... Chords That Vibrate Sweetest Pleasure Thrill The Deepest Notes Of Woe. ... Critics! Those Cut-throat Bandits In The Paths Of Fame.

To Make Three Guineas Do The Work Of Five.

On Earth, Discord! A Gloomy Heaven Above, Opening Her Jealous Gates To The Nineteen Thousandth Part Of The Tithe Of Mankind! And Below, An Inescapable & Inexorable Hell, Expanding Its Leviathan Jaws For The Vast Residue Of Mortals!

An Honest Man Here Lies At Rest, The Friend Of Man The Friend Of Truth The Friend Of Age And Guide Of Youth. Few Hearts Like His With Virtue Warmed, Few Heads With Knowledge So Informed. If There's Another World, He Lives In Bliss. If There Is None, He Made The Best Of This.