Signals, Drums, Guns, Bells, & the sound of Voices weighing up & clearing Anchors ... Monday April 9th, 1804, really set sail ... No health or Happiness without Work.

Summer has set in with its usual severity.

There is no such thing as a worthless book though there are some far worse than worthless; no book that is not worth preserving, if its existence may be tolerated; as there may be some men whom it may be proper to hang, but none should be suffered to

Set your sail to the wind.

And the Sabbath bell, That over wood and wild and mountain dell Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy With sounds most musical, most melancholy.

I don't have perfect pitch. My drums sound like a drummer, not a drum machine.