O, My Luve Is Like A Red,

His Locked, Lettered, Braw Brass Collar, Shewed Him The Gentleman And Scholar.

But Of All Nonsense, Religious Nonsense Is The Most Nonsensical; So Enough, & More Than Enough Of It - Only, By The Bye, Will You, Or Can You Tell Me, My Dear Cunningham, Why A Religioso Turn Of Mind Has Always A Tendency To Narrow And Illiberalise The Heart?

Hope Springs Exulting On Triumphant Wing.

My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heav'n Is Sent, Long May Thy Hardy Sons Of Rustic Toil Be Blest With Health, And Peace, And Sweet Content!

Suspense Is Worse Than Disappointment.