The Word "rest" Is Not In My

The Way We Do Things Is To Begin.

Printer's Ink Is The Great Apostle Of Progress, Whose Pulpit Is The Press.

A Widow Of Doubtful Age Will Marry Almost Any Sort Of A White Man.

Relaxation Is A Physical And Moral Necessity. Animals, Even To The Simplest And Dullest, Have Their Games, Their Sports, Their Diversions. The Toil-worn Artisan, Stooping And Straining Over His Daily Task, Which Taxes Eye And Brain And Limb, Ought To Have Opportunity And Means For An Hour Or Two Of Relaxation After That Task Is Concluded.

Fame Is A Vapor, Popularity Is An Accident, Riches Take Wings, Those Who Cheer Today May Curse Tomorrow And Only One Thing Endures - Character.