Time Will Bring Healing.

Oh, Trebly Blest The Placid Lot Of Those Whose Hearth Foundations Are In Pure Love Laid, Where Husband's Breast With Tempered Ardor Glows, And Wife, Oft Mother, Is In Heart A Maid!

It Is A Strange Form Of Anger, Difficult To Cure, When Two Friends Turn Upon Each Other In Hatred.

Life Is Short; This Being So, Who Would Pursue Great Things And Not Bear With What Is At Hand? These Are The Ways Of Madmen And Men Of Evil Counsel, At Least In My Judgment.

There Is Safety In Numbers.

There Is Nothing Like The Sight Of An Old Enemy Down On His Luck.