Meat Eaten Without Either Mirth Or Music

He That Follows The Advice Of Reason Has A Mind That Is Elevated Above The Reach Of Injury; That Sits Above The Clouds, In A Calm And Quiet Ether, And With A Brave Indifferency Hears The Rolling Thunders Grumble And Burst Under His Feet.

We Do That In Our Zeal Our Calmer Moment Would Be Afraid To Answer.

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

Cats Are A Very Mysterious Kind Of Folk. There Is Always More Passing In Their Minds Than We Are Aware Of.

Thus Aged Men, Full Loth And Slow, The Vanities Of Life Forego, And Count Their Youthful Follies O'er, Till Memory Lends Her Light No More.