I Would Rather Have A Nod From

The Dew Of Compassion Is A Tear.

Tis Strange,-but True; For Truth Is Always Strange; Stranger Than Fiction: If It Could Be Told, How Much Would Novels Gain By The Exchange! How Differently The World Would Men Behold!

By Heaven! It Is A Splendid Sight To See For One Who Hath No Friend, No Brother There.

Better To Sink Beneath The Shock Than Moulder Piecemeal On The Rock!

Oh, Christ! It Is A Goodly Sight To See What Heaven Hath Done For This Delicious Land!