Tea - The Cups That Cheer But

Religion, Richest Favor Of The Skies.

Great Offices Will Have Great Talents.

How Shall I Speak Thee, Or Thy Power Address Thou God Of Our Idolatry, The Press. . . . . Like Eden's Dead Probationary Tree, Knowledge Of Good And Evil Is From Thee.

To Trace In Nature's Most Minute Design The Signature And Stamp Of Power Divine. ... The Invisible In Things Scarce Seen Revealed, To Whom An Atom Is An Ample Field.

Habits Are Soon Assumed; But When We Strive To Strip Them Off, 'tis Being Flayed Alive.