Old Tubal Cain Was A Man Of

Every Age Has Its Peculiar Folly: Some Scheme, Project, Or Fantasy Into Which It Plunges, Spurred On By The Love Of Gain, The Necessity Of Excitement, Or The Force Of Imitation.

Water Is The Mother Of The Vine, The Nurse And Fountain Of Fecundity, The Adorner And Refresher Of The World.

Men, It Has Been Well Said, Think In Herds; It Will Be Seen That They Go Mad In Herds, While They Only Recover Their Senses Slowly, And One By One.

Much As The Sage May Affect To Despise The Opinion Of The World, There Are Few Who Would Not Rather Expose Their Lives A Hundred Times Than Be Condemned To Live On, In Society, But Not Of It - A By-word Of Reproach To All Who Know Their History, And A Mark For Scorn To Point His Finger At.

There 's A Good Time Coming, Boys! A Good Time Coming.