Anything Awful Makes Me Laugh. I Misbehaved

I Give Thee All,-i Can No More, Though Poor The Off'ring Be; My Heart And Lute Are All The Store That I Can Bring To Thee.

All, All Are Gone, The Old Familiar Faces.

Dehortations From The Use Of Strong Liquors Have Been The Favourite Topic Of Sober Declaimers In All Ages, And Have Been Received With Abundance Of Applause By Water-drinking Critics. But With The Patient Himself, The Man That Is To Be Cured, Unfortunately Their Sound Has Seldom Prevailed.

Gone Before To That Unknown And Silent Shore.

My Motto Is: Contented With Little, Yet Wishing For More.