I have heard men talk about the blessings of freedom," he said to himself, "but I wish any wise man would teach me what use to make of it now that I have it.

Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!

When true friends meet in adverse hour; 'Tis like a sunbeam through a shower. A watery way an instant seen, The darkly closing clouds between.

If you once turn on your side after the hour at which you ought to rise, it is all over. Bolt up at once.

Stood for his country's glory fast, And nailed her colors to the mast!

We often praise the evening clouds, And tints so gay and bold, But seldom think upon our God, Who tinged these clouds with gold.

The paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.