This Goin' Ware Glory Waits Ye Haint

It Is The Rooted Instinct In Men To Admire What Is Better And More Beautiful Than Themselves.

Idleness Induces Caprice.

But Civlyzation Doos Git Forrid Sometimes Upon A Powder-cart.

What A Man Pays For Bread And Butter Is Worth Its Market Value, And No More. What He Pays For Love's Sake Is Gold Indeed, Which Has A Lure For Angels' Eyes, And Rings Well Upon God's Touchstone.

What Men Prize Most Is A Privilege, Even If It Be That Of Chief Mourner At A Funeral.