My Tears Must Stop, For Every Drop

There Are Three Things Which The Public Will Always Clamour For, Sooner Or Later; Namely: Novelty, Novelty, Novelty.

Peace And Rest At Length Have Come, All The Day's Long Toil Is Past; And Each Heart Is Whispering, "home, Home At Last!"

Dear Bells! How Sweet The Sound Of Village Bells When On The Undulating Air They Swim!

Boughs Are Daily Rifled By The Gusty Thieves, And The Book Of Nature Getteth Short Of Leaves.

A Man That's Fond Precociously Of Stirring , :;:; Must Be A Spoon.