All Great Poets Have Been Men Of

Old Ocean's Gray And Melancholy Waste.

The Journalist Should Be On His Guard Against Publishing What Is False In Taste Or Exceptionable In Morals.

He [william Henry Harrison] Did Not Live Long Enough To Prove His Incapacity For The Office Of President.

Thou Who Wouldst See The Lovely And The Wild Mingled In Harmony On Nature's Face, Ascend Our Rocky Mountains. Let Thy Foot Fail Not With Weariness, For On Their Tops The Beauty And The Majesty Of Earth, Spread Wide Beneath, Shall Make Thee To Forget The Steep And Toilsome Way.

When April Winds Grew Soft, The Maple Burst Into A Flush Of Scarlet Flowers. The Tulip Tree, High Up, Opened In Airs Of June Her Multitude Of Golden Chalices To Humming-birds And Silken-wing'd Insects Of The Sky.