Blud's Thicker Than Water.

The Time Which Passes Over Our Heads So Imperceptibly Makes The Same Gradual Change In Habits, Manners And Character, As In Personal Appearance. At The Revolution Of Every Five Years We Find Ourselves Another And Yet The Same;--there Is A Change Of Views, And No Less Of The Light In Which We Regard Them; A Change Of Motives As Well As Of Action.

Woman's Faith And Woman's Trust, Write The Characters In Dust.

Threatened Folk Live Long.

Where, Where Was Roderick Then? One Blast Upon His Bugle Horn Were Worth A Thousand Men.

One Crowded Hour Of Glorious Life Is Worth An Age Without A Name