Little Minds Are Tamed And Subdued By

Little Minds Are Tamed And Subdued By Misfortune; But Great Minds Rise Above Them.

Some Minds Corrode And Grow Inactive Under The Loss Of Personal Liberty; Others Grow Morbid And Irritable; But It Is The Nature Of The Poet To Become Tender And Imaginitive In The Loneliness Of Confinement. He Banquets Upon The Honey Of His Own Thoughts, And, Like The Captive Bird, Pours Forth His Soul In Melody.

Of All The Old Festivals, However, That Of Christmas Awakens The Strongest And Most Heartfelt Associations. There Is A Tone Of Solemn And Sacred Feeling That Blends With Our Conviviality, And Lifts The Sprit To A State Of Hallowed And Elevated Enjoyment.

After All, It Is The Divinity Within That Makes The Divinity Without.

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