Bring In The Bottled Lightning, A Clean

Them Which Is Of Other Naturs Thinks Different.

Have A Heart That Never Hardens, And A Temper That Never Tires, And A Touch That Never Hurts.

In Seasons Of Pestilence, Some Of Us Will Have A Secret Attraction To The Disease--a Terrible Passing Inclination To Die Of It.

Some Happy Talent, And Some Fortunate Opportunity, May Form The Two Sides Of The Ladder On Which Some Men Mount, But The Rounds Of That Ladder Must Be Made Of Stuff To Stand Wear And Tear; And There Is No Substitute For Thorough-going, Ardent, And Sincere Earnestness.

Papa, Potatoes, Poultry, Prunes And Prism, Are All Very Good Words For The Lips.