It Is To Hope, Though Hope Were

You Speak Of Beginning The Education Of Your Son. The Moment He Was Able To Form An Idea His Education Was Already Begun. . . .

The Dead Of Midnight Is The Noon Of Thought.

The World Has Little To Bestow Where Two Fond Hearts In Equal Love Are Joined.

Say Not 'good-night' But In Some Brighter Clime, Bid Me 'good-morning.'

Young Gentlemen, Who Are To Display Their Knowledge To The World, Should Have Every Motive Of Emulation, Should Be Formed Into Regular Classes, Should Read And Dispute Together, Should Have All The Honors, And, If One May Say So, The Pomp Of Learning Set Before Them, To Call Up Their Ardor. It Is Their Business, And They Should Apply To It As Such.