Journalists From Michigan

"Not a log in this buildin' but its memories has got And not a nail in this old floor but touches a tender spot."

"Fare you well, old house! you're naught that can feel or see, But you seem like a human bein'—a dear old friend to me; And we never will have a better home, if my opinion stands, Until we commence a-keepin' house in the house not made with hands."

"Things at home are crossways, and Betsy and I are out."