The Well Taught Philosophic Mind To All

It Is To Hope, Though Hope Were Lost.

When One By One Our Ties Are Torn, And Friend From Friend Is Snatched Forlorn; When Man Is Left Alone To Mourn, Oh! Then How Sweet It Is To Die!

We Can Only Love What We Know.

You Speak Of Beginning The Education Of Your Son. The Moment He Was Able To Form An Idea His Education Was Already Begun. . . .

Man Is The Nobler Growth Our Realms Supply, And Souls Are Ripened In Our Northern Sky.