I've Had It With You And Your

Oh The Grave!--the Grave!--it Buries Every Error--covers Every Defect--extinguishes Every Resentment! From Its Peaceful Bosom Spring None But Fond Regrets And Tender Recollections. Who Can Look Down Upon The Grave Even Of An Enemy, And Not Feel A Compunctious Throb, That He Should Ever Have Warred With The Poor Handful Of Earth That Lies Mouldering Before Him!

There Is Something Nobly Simple And Pure In A Taste For The Cultivation Of Forest Trees.

It Is Worthy To Note, That The Early Popularity Of Washington Was Not The Result Of Brilliant Achievement Nor Signal Success; On The Contrary, It Rose Among Trials And Reverses, And May Almost Be Said To Have Been The Fruit Of Defeat.

There Is A Healthful Hardiness About Real Dignity That Never Dreads Contact And Communion With Others However Humble.

True Love Will Not Brook Reserve; It Feels Undervalued And Outraged, When Even The Sorrows Of Those It Loves Are Concealed From It.