Cleon hath a million acres,-ne'er a one have I; Cleon dwelleth in a palace,-in a cottage I.

Every age has its peculiar folly: Some scheme, project, or fantasy into which it plunges, spurred on by the love of gain, the necessity of excitement, or the f…

But the sunshine aye shall light the sky, As round and round we run; And the truth shall ever come uppermost, And justice shall be done.

Aid the dawning, tongue and pen; Aid it, hopes of honest men!