He Is The Freeman Whom

The Innocent Seldom Find An Uncomfortable Pillow.

A Heretic, My Dear Sir, Is A Fellow Who Disagrees With You Regarding Something Neither Of You Knows Anything About.

When I Thinkof My Own Native Land, In A Moment I Seem To Be There; But Alas! Recollection At Hand Soon Hurries Me Back To Despair.

What We Admire We Praise; And When We Praise, Advance It Into Notice, That Its Worth Acknowledged, Others May Admire It Too.

Fancy, Like The Finger Of A Clock, Runs The Great Circuit, And Is Still At Home.