A Mother's Pride, A Father's Joy.

Dear To Me Is My Bonnie White Steed; Oft Has He Helped Me At Pinch Of Need.

In The Lost Battle, Borne Down By The Flying, Where Mingles War's Rattle With Groans Of The Dying.

Adversity Is, To Me At Least, A Tonic And A Bracer.

Real Valor Consists Not In Being Insensible To Danger; But In Being Prompt To Confront And Disarm It.

It Is The Privilege Of Tale-tellers To Open Their Story In An Inn, The Free Rendezvous Of All Travellers, And Where The Humour Of Each Displays Itself, Without Ceremony Or Restraint.