Habitual Intoxication Is The Epitome Of Every

Man Owes Two Solemn Debts--one To Society, And One To-nature. It Is Only When He Pays The Second That He Covers The First.

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!

Wit, Like Money, Bears An Extra Value When Rung Down Immediately It Is Wanted. Men Pay Severely Who Require Credit.

The Blackest Of Fluid Is Used As An Agent To Enlighten The World.

Some People Are So Fond Of Ill Luck That They Run Halfway To Meet It.