Funny How The New Things Are The

Teach Us Delight In Simple Things, And Mirth That Has No Bitter Springs.

'e's All'ot Sand An' Ginger When Alive, An''e's Generally Shammin' When'e's Dead.

Small Miseries, Like Small Debts, Hit Us In So Many Places, And Meet Us At So Many Turns And Corners, That What They Want In Weight, They Make Up In Number, And Render It Less Hazardous To Stand The Fire Of One Cannon Ball, Than A Volley Composed Of Such A Shower Of Bullets.

One Cannot Resist The Lure Of Africa.

No One Thinks Of Winter When The Grass Is Green.