Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die.

I'm truly sorry man's dominion has broken Nature's social union.

Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min?

Apropos, is not the Scotch phrase 'Auld Lang Syne' exceedingly expressive? I shall give you the verses on the other sheet. The words of 'Auld Lang Syne' are good, but the music is an old air, the rudiments of the modern tune of that name. ... Dare to be honest and fear no labor. ... Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings. ... Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure thrill the deepest notes of woe. ... Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.