I've Just Read That I Am Dead.

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

Still Stands Thine Ancient Sacrifice - An Humble And A Contrite Heart.

The American Has No Language, He Has A Dialect, Slang, Provincialism, Accent And So Forth

All Things Considered, There Are Only Two Kinds Of Men In The World: Those That Stay At Home And Those That Do Not.

And Some Can Pot Begonias And Some Can Bud A Rose, And Some Are Hardly Fit To Trust With Anything That Grows.