The Good-humor Of A Man Elated With

A Kind Of Semi-solomon, Half-knowing Everything, From The Cedar To The Hyssop.

A Few More Days, And This Essay Will Follow The Defensio Populi To The Dust And Silence Of The Upper Shelf... For A Month Or Two It Will Occupy A Few Minutes Of Chat In Every Drawing-room, And A Few Columns In Every Magazine; And It Will Then Be Withdrawn, To Make Room For The Forthcoming Novelties.

Every Sect Clamors For Toleration When It Is Down.

A Man Who Should Act, For One Day, On The Supposition That All The People About Him Were Influenced By The Religion Which They Professed Would Find Himself Ruined By Night.

Shakespeare Has Had Neither Equal Nor Second.