Fears Of Sinning Let In Thoughts Of

't Was Good Advice, And Meant, My Son, Be Good.

A Master Passion Is The Love Of News.

What Is A Church?—our Honest Sexton Tells, 'tis A Tall Building, With A Tower And Bells.

Our Farmers Round, Well Pleased With Constant Gain, Like Other Farmers, Flourish And Complain.

But Jest Apart--what Virtue Canst Thou Trace In That Broad Trim That Hides Thy Sober Face? Does That Long-skirted Drab, That Over-nice And Formal Clothing, Prove A Scorn Of Vice? Then For Thine Accent--what In Sound Can Be So Void Of Grace As Dull Monotony?