There Is Ever A Slight Suspicion Of

When It's Dark Enough Men See Stars.

Beside All The Moral Benefit Which We May Expect From The Farmer's Profession, When A Man Enters It Considerately, This Promised The Conquering Of The Soil, Plenty, And Beyond This, The Adorning Of The Country With Every Advantage And Ornament Which Labor, Ingenuity, And Affection For A Man's Home, Could Suggest.

The Preamble Of Thought, The Transition Through Which It Passes From The Unconscious To The Conscious, Is Action. Only So Much Do I Know, As I Have Lived. Instantly We Know Whose Words Are Loaded With Life, And Whose Not.

Life Loiters At The Book's First Page,-- Ah! Could We Turn The Leaf.

We Owe To Man Higher Succors Than Food And Fire. We Owe To Man, Man.