Apropos, is not the Scotch phrase 'Auld Lang Syne' exceedingly expressive? I shall give you the verses on the other sheet. The words of 'Auld Lang Syne' are good, but the music is an old air, the rudiments of the modern tune of that name. ... Dare to be honest and fear no labor. ... Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings. ... Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure thrill the deepest notes of woe. ... Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.

My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.

Even every ray of hope destroyed and not a wish to gild the gloom.

The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.

The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.

The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border.

Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.