You Never Tire Of The Moor. You

A Trusty Comrade Is Always Of Use; And A Chronicler Still More So.

Art In The Blood Is Liable To Take The Strangest Forms.

Even The Best Of Us Are Thrown Off Some- Times.

The More We Progress The More We Tend To Progress. We Advance Not In Arithmetical But In Geometrical Progression. We Draw Compound Interest On The Whole Capital Of Knowledge And Virtue Which Has Been Accumulated Since The Dawning Of Time.

Might I Trouble You To Open The Window, For Chloroform Vapour Does Not Help The Palate.