Smiling Always With A Never Fading Serenity

Nature Has Concatenated Our Fortunes And Affections Together With Indissoluble Bands Of Mutual Sympathy.

It Consisteth In One Knows Not What, And Springeth Up One Can Hardly Tell How. Its Ways Are Unaccountable And Inexplicable, Being Answerable To The Numberless Rovings Of Fancy And Windings Of Language.

Mr Newton, A Fellow Of Our College, And Very Young, Being But The Second Year Master Of Arts; But Of An Extraordinary Genius And Proficiency.

As A Stick, When Once It Is Dry And Stiff You May Break It, But You Can Never Bend It Into A Straighter Posture; So Doth The Man Become Incorrigible Who Is Settled And Stiffened Into Vice.

Every Ear Is Tickled With The Sweet Music Of Applause.