This gardener's rule applies to youth and age, When young sow wild…

My dog, who picks up everything one teaches, Has got "three heads," like Mr. Gladstone's speeches, But, as might naturally be expected, His are considerably more connected.

Love levels all,—it elevates the clown, And often brings the fattest people down.

The least drop in the world I do not mind: "Cognac"'s a noun I never yet declin'd.

Smart soldiers like to be well tightened in: Loose habits would destroy all discipline.

Life's too short for chess.

America, I raised a boy for you. America, you'll find him staunch and true, Place a gun upon his shoulder, He is ready to die or do. America, he is my only one; My hope, my pride and joy, But if I had another, He would march beside his …