The Schoolboy Counts The Time Till The

Round-heads And Wooden-shoes Are Standing Jokes.

When A Woman Comes To Her Class, She Does Not Employ Her Time In Making Herself Look More Advantageously What She Really Is, But Endeavours To Be As Much Another Creature As She Possibly Can. Whether This Happens Because They Stay So Long And Attend Their Work So Diligently That They Forget The Faces And Persons, Which They First Sat Down With, Or Whatever It Is, They Seldom Rise From The Toilet The Same Woman They Appeared When They Began To Dress

Tis Heaven Itself, That Points Out An Hereafter, And Intimates Eternity To Man.

Thy Steady Temper, Portius, Can Look On Guilt, Rebellion, Fraud, And Cæsar, In The Calm Lights Of Mild Philosophy.

To Be Exempt From The Passions With Which Others Are Tormented, Is The Only Pleasing Solitude.