Ez fer war, I call it murder,- There you hev it plain an' flat; I don't want to go no furder Than my Testyment fer that. . . . . . An' you 've gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God.

Taste is the next gift to genius.

Truth, after all, wears a different face to everybody, and it would be too tedious to wait till all were agreed. She is said to lie at the bottom of a well, for the very reason, perhaps, that whoever looks down in search of her sees his own image at the bottom, and is persuaded not only that he has seen the goddess, but that she is far better looking than he had imagined.

Christ was the first true democrat that ever breathed, as the old dramatist Dekkar said he was the first true gentleman.

Many make the household but only one the home.

Did man e'er live Saw priest or woman yet forgive?

An appeal to the reason of the people has never been known to fail in the long run.