Ridicule, the weapon of all others most feared by enthusiasts of every description, and which from its predominance over such minds, often checks what is absurd, and fully as often smothers that which is noble.

Time rolls his ceaseless course.

Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er.

A few drops sprinkled on the torch of love make the flame blaze the brighter.

Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel.

Thou hast had thty day, old dame, but thy sun has long been set. Thou art now the very emblem of an old warhorse turned out on the barren heath; thou hast had thy paces in thy time, but now a broken amble is the best of them.

I like a highland friend who will stand by me not only when I am in the right, but when I am a little in the wrong.