I think I could be a good woman if I had five thousand a year

Then sing as Martin Luther sang:"Who loves not wine, woman, and song,He is a fool his whole life long!"

'Tis strange what a man may do and a woman yet think him an angel

'Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.

What money is better bestowed than that of a schoolboy's tip? How the kindness is recalled by the recipient in after days! It blesses him that gives and him that takes.

Kindnesses are easily forgotten; but injuries! what worthy man does not keep those in mind?