Mystery Has Great Charms For Womanhood.

Oh, On That Day, That Wrathful Day, When Man To Judgment Wakes Front Clay, Be Thou, O Christ, The Sinner's Stay, Though Heaven And Earth Shall Pass Away.

Commend Me To Sterling Honesty Though Clad In Rags.

Ridicule Often Checks What Is Absurd, And Fully As Often Smothers That Which Is Noble.

Whose Lenient Sorrows Find Relief, Whose Joys Are Chastened By Their Grief.

Where Lives The Man That Has Not Tried How Mirth Can Into Folly Glide, And Folly Into Sin!