Don't talk too mean about the Devil. There is no telling how soon he may have the chance to roast you to a turn.
Don't neglect your privileges, brethren. There is more opportunity to get through the eye of a needle in the collection baskets than in the sermon.
Don't worry any about the dead. The good Lord will take care of them, and they don't cause him half as much sitting up at nights as the living do, and he always knows where to find them when the curfew blows.
It Died Young.
"Did you make a Good Resolution, Sandy?" inquired the inquisitive neighbor.
"Yes, but it didn't live long."
"Why, how's that?"
"Well, the good die young, you know, and when I went home that night I found it had crossed the river when I wasn't watching."