O2

He who forgets the humming of the bees among the heather, the cooing of the wood-pigeons in the forest, the song of birds in the woods, the rippling of rills among the rushes, and the sighing of the wind among the pines, needs not wonder if his heart forgets to sing and his soul grows heavy. A day's breathing of fresh air upon the hills, or a few hours, ramble in the beech woods’ umbrageous calm, would sweep the cobwebs out of the brain of scores of our toiling ministers who are now but half alive. A mouthful of sea air, or a stiff walk in the wind's face, would not give grace to the soul, but it would yield oxygen to the body, which is next best. -CHS

Watson.

"Thus let us endeavour to make the name of God glorious and renowned. If God seek our good, let us seek His glory. If He make all things tend to our edification, let us make all things tend to His exaltation."

Chicken Fried!

"I thank God for my life

And for the stars and stripes

May freedom forever fly

Let it ring.

Salute the ones who died

The ones who gave their lives

So we don't have to sacrifice

All the things we love...

Like our chicken fried

Cold beer on Friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio up"