I Am Always At A Loss At

The Englishman Is Too Apt To Neglect The Present Good In Preparing Against The Possible Evil.

There Was One Species Of Despotism Under Which He Had Long Groaned, And That Was Petticoat Government.

Great Minds Have Purposes; Others Have Wishes.

Marriage Is The Torment Of One, The Felicity Of Two, The Strife And Enmity Of Three.

A Father May Turn His Back On His Child, Brothers And Sisters May Become Inveterate Enemies, Husbands May Desert Their Wives, Wives Their Husbands. But A Mother's Love Endures Through All; In Good Repute, In Bad Repute, In The Face Of The World's Condemnation, A Mother Still Loves On, And Still Hopes That Her Child May Turn From His Evil Ways, And Repent; Still She Remembers The Infant Smiles That Once Filled Her Bosom With Rapture, The Merry Laugh, The Joyful Shout Of His Childhood, The Opening Promise Of His Youth; And She Can Never Be Brought To Think Him All Unworthy.