Beauty Is But The Sensible Image Of

If Hours Did Not Hang Heavy, What Would Become Of Scandal?

The Charities Of Life Are Scattered Everywhere, Enameling The Vales Of Human Beings As The Flowers Paint The Meadows. They Are Not The Fruit Of Study, Nor The Privilege Of Refinement, But A Natural Instinct.

Sedition Is Bred In The Lap Of Luxury And Its Chosen Emissaries Are The Beggared Spendthrift And The Impoverished Libertine.

Not In Vain Has Lincoln Lived, For He Has Helped To Make This Republic An Example Of Justice, With No Caste But The Caste Of Humanity.

The Fears Of One Class Of Men Are Not The Measure Of The Rights Of Another.