Greece, Sound, Thy Homer's, Rome Thy Virgil's

But Truths On Which Depends Our Main Concern, That 'tis Our Shame And Misery Not To Learn, Shine By The Side Of Every Path We Tread With Such A Lustre He That Runs May Read.

In Indolent Vacuity Of Thought.

Now Stir The Fire, And Close The Shutters Fast, Let Fall The Curtains, Wheel The Sofa Around, And While The Bubbling And Loud-hissing Urn Throws Up A Steamy Column, And The Cups That Cheer But Not Inebriate, Wait On Each, So Let Us Welcome Peaceful Evening In

Man On The Dubious Waves Of Error Toss'd.

Did Charity Prevail, The Press Would Prove A Vehicle Of Virtue, Truth, And Love.