Their Sighing, Canting, Grace-proud Faces, Their Three-mile

Suspense Is Worse Than Disappointment.

I Look On The Opposite Sex With Something Like The Admiration With Which I Regard The Starry Sky On A Frosty December Night. I Admire The Beauty Of The Creator's Workmanship, I Am Charmed With The Wild But Graceful Eccentricity Of The Motions, And Then I Wish Both Of Them Goodnight.

Mankind Is A Science That Defies Definitions.

For Gold The Merchant Ploughs The Main, The Farmer Ploughs The Manor.

From Scenes Like These Old Scotia's Grandeur Springs, That Makes Her Loved At Home, Revered Abroad: Princes And Lords Are But The Breath Of Kings, "an Honest Man 's The Noblest Work Of God."