Credit Is Like A Looking-glass, Which When

When Thinking About Companions Gone, We Feel Ourselves Doubly Alone.

My Foot Is On My Native Heath, And My Name Is Macgregor.

He Turn'd His Charger As He Spake, Upon The River Shore, He Gave His Bridle Reins A Shake, Said, "adieu For Evermore, My Love, And Adieu For Evermore."

What A Strange Scene If The Surge Of Conversation Could Suddenly Ebb Like The Tide, And Show Us The Real State Of People's Minds.

For A Laggard In Love, And A Dastard In War, Was To Wed The Fair Ellen Of Lochinvar.