Love! The Surviving Gift Of

On The Green Banks Of Shannon, When Sheelah Was Nigh, No Blithe Irish Lad Was So Happy As I, No Harp Like My Own Could So Cheerily Play, And Wherever I Went Was My Poor Dog Tray.

Coming Events Cast Their Shadows Before.

Who Hail Thee, Man! The Pilgrim Of The Day, Spouse Of The Worm, And Brother Of The Clay.

Men Of England! Who Inheritrights That Cost Your Sires Their Blood.

The Soul Of Conversation Is Sympathy