There's Lots Of People - This Town

To Appreciate Heaven Well, It's Good For A Person To Have Some Fifteen Minutes Of Hell.

The Editor Sat In His Sanctum, His Countenance Furrowed With Care, His Mind At The Bottom Of Business, His Feet At The Top Of A Chair, His Chair-arm An Elbow Supporting, His Right Hand Upholding His Head, His Eyes On His Dusty Old Table, With Different Documents Spread.

Not All The Labour Of The Earth Is Done By Hardened Hands.

So I Have Talked With Betsey And Betsey Has Talked With Me, And We Have Agreed Together That We Can't Never Agree

Over The Hill To The Poor-house I'm Trudgin' My Weary Way.