Oh Who Can Tell, Save He Whose

I Can't But Say It Is An Awkward Sight To See One's Native Land Receding Through The Growing Waters; It Unmans One Quite, Especially When Life Is Rather New.

I Am Not Now That Which I Have Been.

Send Me No More Reviews Of Any Kind. I Will Read No More Of Evil Or Good In That Line. Walter Scott Has Not Read A Review Of Himself For Thirteen Years .

There Are Some Feelings Time Cannot Benumb, Nor Torture Shake.

My Native Land, Good Night!