Friendship May, And Often Does, Grow Into

A Change Came O'er The Spirit Of My Dream.

My Boat Is On The Shore, And My Bark Is On The Sea.

Tis Strange,-but True; For Truth Is Always Strange; Stranger Than Fiction: If It Could Be Told, How Much Would Novels Gain By The Exchange! How Differently The World Would Men Behold!

The Sight Of Blood To Crowds Begets The Thirst Of More, As The First Wine-cup Leads To The Long Revel.

Dreading That Climax Of All Human Ills The Inflammation Of His Weekly Bills.