The Devil Loves Nothing Better Than The

And What Is So Rare As A Day In June? Then, If Ever, Come Perfect Days.

All Thoughts That Mold The Age Begin Deep Down Within The Primitive Soul.

A Marciful Providunce Fashioned Us Holler O' Purpose Thet We Might Our Principles Swaller.

Fastidiousness Is Only Another Word For Egotism; And All Men Who Know Not Where To Look For Truth Save In The Narrow Well Of Self Will Find Their Own Image At The Bottom, And Mistake It For What They Are Seeking.

The Stiff Rails Were Softened To Swan's-down, And Still Fluttered Down The Snow.