Give Me, Lord, Neither Poverty Nor Riches.

When, From The Top Of Any High Hill, One Looks Round The Country, And Sees The Multitude Of Regularly Distributed Spires, One Not Only Ceases To Wonder That Order And Religion Are Maintained, But One Is Astonished That Any Such Thing As Disaffection Or Irreligion Should Prevail.

However Roguish A Man May Be, He Always Loves To Deal With An Honest Man.

A Couple Of Flitches Of Bacon Are Worth Fifty Thousand Methodist Sermons And Religious Tracts. They Are Great Softeners Of Temper And Promoters Of Domestic Harmony.

Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, And Canada Are The Horns, The Head, The Neck, The Shins, And The Hoof Of The Ox, And The United States Are The Ribs, The Sirloin, The Kidneys, And The Rest Of The Body.

I Was A Countryman And A Father Before I Was A Writer On Political Subjects... Born And Bred Up In The Sweet Air Myself, I Was Resolved That My Children Should Be Bred Up In It Too.