First, order gone, and doores not being kept, / By baptisme heaps of prophane do rush. / With them, at length, a ministry incrept, / That with the horn God's ordinance did push.

In Oregon a central hatchery at Oregon City, on the Willamette River, has 3 subhatcheries on tributaries of the Columbia in Oregon and Washington, […]

Our family situation is more important than anything I’m doing golfwise.

All the portraits that hang on the walls of the living room are, I realize, of my mother's family: miniatures of her great-aunts in Victorian bustles and elaborate feathered hats; a gilt-framed oil of her great-great-great-uncle as a boy in pastoral England, wearing a gold riding coat over white jodhpurs and sitting astride a white steed, a King Charles spaniel yapping at them from the foreground of the canvas.