The Voice Of Nature Loudly

But To See Her Was To Love Her, Love But Her, And Love Forever.

Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And O'er The Crystal Streamlet Plays.

Apropos, Is Not The Scotch Phrase 'auld Lang Syne' Exceedingly Expressive? I Shall Give You The Verses On The Other Sheet. The Words Of 'auld Lang Syne' Are Good, But The Music Is An Old Air, The Rudiments Of The Modern Tune Of That Name. ... Dare To Be Honest And Fear No Labor. ... Opera Is Where A Man Gets Stabbed In The Back, And Instead Of Dying, He Sings. ... Chords That Vibrate Sweetest Pleasure Thrill The Deepest Notes Of Woe. ... Critics! Those Cut-throat Bandits In The Paths Of Fame.

My Heart 's In The Highlands, My Heart Is Not Here; My Heart 's In The Highlands A-chasing The Deer.

Some Books Are Lies Frae End To End.