Curses, Like Chickens, Come Home To Roost.

Nature, Reason, And Christianity Recognize No Other. Pride May Say Nay; But Pride Was Always A Liar, And A Great Hater Of The Truth.

Curses, Like Chickens, Come Home To Roost.

The Canadian People Are More Practical Than Imaginative. Romantic Tales And Poetry Would Meet With Less Favour In Their Eyes Than A Good Political Article From Their Newspapers.

I Have No Wish For A Second Husband. I Had Enough Of The First. I Like To Have My Own Way To Lie Down Mistress, And Get Up Master.

Ah, Hope! What Would Life Be, Stripped Of Thy Encouraging Smiles, That Teach Us To Look Behind The Dark Clouds Of Today, For The Golden Beams That Are To Gild The Morrow.