Do What Thy Manhood Bids Thee Do.

Cease, Man, To Mourn, To Weep, To Wail; Enjoy Thy Shining Hour Of Sun; We Dance Along Death's Icy Brink, But Is The Dance Less Full Of Fun?

When Doctors Differ Who Decides Amid The Milliard-headed Throng?

Travellers, Like Poets, Are Mostly An Angry Race: By Falling Into A Daily Fit Of Passion, I Proved To The Governor And His Son, Who Were Profuse In Their Attentions, That I Was In Earnest.

How Melancholy A Thing Is Success. Whilst Failure Inspirits A Man, Attainment Reads The Sad Prosy Lesson That All Our Glories "are Shadows, Not Substantial Things." Truly Said The Sayer, "disappointment Is The Salt Of Life" A Salutary Bitter Which Strengthens The Mind For Fresh Exertion, And Gives A Double Value To The Prize.

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