Every Man Is In Some Sort A

Nothing With God Can Be Accidental.

We Often Excuse Our Own Want Of Philanthropy By Giving The Name Of Fanaticism To The More Ardent Zeal Of Others.

A Boy's Will Is The Wind's Will.

And The Bright Faces Of My Young Companions Are Wrinkled Like My Own, Or Are No More.

Such Was The Wreck Of The Hesperus, In The Midnight And The Snow! Christ Save Us All From A Death Like This, On The Reef Of Norman's Woe!