In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest, covering the greater part of the beautiful hills and valleys which lie between Sheffield and the pleasant town of Doncaster.

The race of mankind would perish did they cease to aid each other. We cannot exist without mutual help. All therefore that need aid have a right to ask it from their fellow-men; and no one who has the power of granting can refuse it without guilt.

And better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.

Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

A rusted nail, placed near the faithful compass, Will sway it from the truth, and wreck the argosy.

He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.

He hath a share of man's intelligence, but no share of man's falsehood.