Earth's Noblest Thing,-a Woman Perfected.

No Price Is Set On The Lavish Summer; June May Be Had By The Poorest Comer.

Fate Loves Best Such Syllables As Are Sweet And Sonorous On The Tongue.

Laborin' Man An' Laborin' Woman Hev One Glory An' One Shame; Ev'y Thin' Thet' S Done Inhuman Injers All On 'em The Same.

What A Man Pays For Bread And Butter Is Worth Its Market Value, And No More. What He Pays For Love's Sake Is Gold Indeed, Which Has A Lure For Angels' Eyes, And Rings Well Upon God's Touchstone.

I Don't Believe In Princerple, But Oh I Du In Interest.