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

Now, it is well known, that a man may with more impunity be guilty of an actual breach either of real good breeding or of good morals, than appear ignorant of the most minute point of fashionable etiquette.

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

A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year.

Cats are a very mysterious kind of folk. There is always more passing in their minds than we are aware of.

He that climbs a ladder must begin at the first round.

Caution comes too late when we are in the midst of evils.