There Is But One Poetry,--true Poetry.

Begin By Instructing Yourself, Then You Will Receive Instruction From Others.

The Miller Believes That All The Wheat Grows So That His Mill Keeps Running.

The History Of A Man Is In His Character.

To Make Converts Is The Natural Ambition Of Everyone.

A Vi'let On The Meadow Grew, That No One Saw, That No One Knew, It Was A Modest Flower. A Shepherdess Pass'd By That Way-- Light Footed, Pretty And So Gay; That Way She Came, Softly Warbling Forth Her Lay.