One Day I Undertook A Tour Through

Let Peace, Descending From Her Native Heaven, Bid Her Olives Spring Amidst The Joyful Nations; And Plenty, In League With Commerce, Scatter Blessings From Her Copious Hand!

It Isn't How You Die. It's What You Live For.

Curiosity Is Natural To The Soul Of Man And Interesting Objects Have A Powerful Influence On Our Affections. Let These Influencing Powers Actuate, By The Permission Or Disposal Of Providence, From Selfish Or Social Views, Yet In Time The Mysterious Will Of Heaven Is Unfolded, And We Behold Our Conduct, From Whatever Motives Excited, Operating To Answer The Important Designs Of Heaven.

We Were Then In A Dangerous, Helpless Situation, Exposed Daily To Perils And Death Amongst Savages And Wild Beasts, Not A White Man In The Country But Ourselves.

All You Need For Happiness Is A Good Gun, A Good Horse, And A Good Wife.