My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.

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

Tell that to the marines - the sailors won't believe it.

He that would soothe sorrow must not argue on the vanity of the most deceitful hopes.

There are those to whom a sense of religion has come in storm and tempest; there are those whom it has summoned amid scenes of revelry and idle vanity; there are those, too, who have heard its "still small voice" amid rural leisure and placid retirement. But perhaps the knowledge which causeth not to err is most frequently impressed upon the mind during the season of affliction.

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.