Who, Noteless As The Race

It 's No Fish Ye 're Buying, It 's Men's Lives.

We Are Like The Herb Which Flourisheth Most When It Is Most Trampled On.

Fortune May Raise Up Or Abuse The Ordinary Mortal, But The Sage And The Soldier Should Have Minds Beyond Her Control.

Heaven Know Its Time; The Bullet Has Its Billet

It Was In The Beginning Of The Month Of November, 17--, When A Young English Gentleman, Who Had Just Left The University Of Oxford, Made Use Of The Liberty Afforded Him, To Visit Some Parts Of The North Of England; And Curiosity Extended His Tour Into The Adjacent Frontier Of The Sister Country.