I've Seen The Smiling Of Fortune Beguiling,

The People Of The Two Nations, French And English, Must Be Brought Into Mutual Dependence By The Supply Of Each Other's Wants. There Is No Other Way Of Counteracting The Antagonism Of Language And Race. It Is God's Own Method Of Producing An Entente Cordiale, And No Other Plan Is Worth A Farthing.

But It Is My Happiness To Be Half Welsh, And That The Better Half.

Treaties Of Peace, Made After War, Are Entrusted To Individuals To Negotiate And Carry Out.

Luck Is Always Waiting For Something To Turn Up. Labor, With Keen Eyes And Strong Will, Always Turns Up Something. Luck Lies In Bed And Wishes The Postman Will Bring News Of A Legacy. Labor Turns Out At Six O'clock And With Busy Pen Or Ringing Hammer, Lays The Foundation Of A Competence. Luck Whines. Labor Whistles. Luck Relies On Chance, Labor On Character.

I Am No Party Man In This Matter In Any Degree; And If I Have Any Objection To The Motion It Is This, That Whereas It Is A Motion To Inquire Into The Manufacturing Distress Of The Country, It Should Have Been A Motion To Inquire Into Manufacturing And Agricultural Distress.