Truth Is Sensitive And Jealous Of The

Despair Snuffs The Sun From The Firmament.

That Is A Good Book Which Is Opened With Expectation, And Closed With Delight And Profit.

Nor Is A Day Lived If The Dawn Is Left Out Of It, With The Prospects It Opens. Who Speaks Charmingly Of Nature Or Of Mankind, Like Him Who Comes Bibulous Of Sunrise And The Fountains Of Waters?

A Friendship Formed In Childhood, In Youth,--by Happy Accident At Any Stage Of Rising Manhood,--becomes The Genius That Rules The Rest Of Life.

Pleasure, That Immortal Essence, The Beauteous Bead Sparkling In The Cup, Effervesces Soon And Subsides.