I Feel That There Is No Such

Call For The Grandest Of All Earthly Spectacles, What Is That? It Is The Sun Going To His Rest.

The Laughter Of Girls Is, And Ever Was, Among The Delightful Sounds Of Earth.

Many A Man Has Risen To Eminence Under The Powerful Reaction Of His Mind In Fierce Counter-agency To The Scorn Of The Unworthy, Daily Evoked By His Personal Defects, Who With A Handsome Person Would Have Sunk Into The Luxury Of A Careless Life Under The Tranquillizing Smiles Of Continual Admiration.

Cows Are Amongst The Gentlest Of Breathing Creatures; None Show More Passionate Tenderness To Their Young When Deprived Of Them; And, In Short, I Am Not Ashamed To Profess A Deep Love For These Quiet Creatures.

So, Then, Oxford Street, Stonyhearted Stepmother, Thou That Listenest To The Sighs Of Orphans, And Drinkest The Tears Of Children, At Length I Was Dismissed From Thee.