The Bud May Have A Bitter Taste,

War's A Game, Which, Were Their Subjects Wise, Kings Would Not Play At.

England With All Thy Faults, I Love Thee Still-- My Country! And, While Yet A Nook Is Left Where English Minds And Manners May Be Found, Shall Be Constrained To Love Thee.

It Is A Terrible Thought, That Nothing Is Ever Forgotten; That Not An Oath Is Ever Uttered That Does Not Continue To Vibrate Through All Times, In The Wide Spreading Current Of Sound; That Not A Prayer Is Lisped, That Its Record Is Not To Be Found St

Religion! What Treasure Untold Resides In That Heavenly Word!

Gardening Imparts An Organic Perspective On The Passage Of Time.