Too Young For Woe, Though Not For

It Is Almost Startling To Hear This Warning Of Departed Time Sounding Among The Tombs, And Telling The Lapse Of The Hour, Which, Like A Billow, Has Rolled Us Onward Towards The Grave.

I Was Always Fond Of Visiting New Scenes, And Observing Strange Characters And Manners. Even When A Mere Child I Began My Travels, And Made Many Tours Of Discovery Into Foreign Parts And Unknown Regions Of My Native City, To The Frequent Alarm Of My Parents, And The Emolument Of The Town-crier.

He That Drinks Beer, Thinks Beer.

Others May Write From The Head, But He Writes From The Heart, And The Heart Will Always Understand Him.

A Father May Turn His Back On His Child, … . But A Mother's Love Endures Through All.