The Opening Of The First Grammar School

No Mud Can Soil Us But The Mud We Throw.

The Devil Loves Nothing Better Than The Intolerance Of Reformers.

The True Historical Genius, To Our Thinking, Is That Which Can See The Nobler Meaning Of Events That Are Near Him, As The True Poet Is He Who Detects The Divine In The Casual; And We Somewhat Suspect The Depth Of His Insight Into The Past Who Cannot Recognize The Godlike Of To-day Under That Disguise In Which It Always Visits Us.

Laborin' Man An' Laborin' Woman Hev One Glory An' One Shame; Ev'y Thin' Thet' S Done Inhuman Injers All On 'em The Same.

His Heart Kep' Goin' Pity-pat, But Hern Went Pity-zekle.