Within That Awful Volume Lies The Mystery

What Skilful Limner E'er Would Choose To Paint The Rainbow's Varying Hues, Unless To Mortal It Were Given To Dip His Brush In Dyes Of Heaven?

We Do That In Our Zeal Our Calmer Moment Would Be Afraid To Answer.

Will Future Ages Believe That Such Stupid Bigotry Ever Existed!

Though Varying Wishes, Hopes, And Fears, Fever'd The Progress Of These Years, Yet Now, Days, Weeks, And Months But Seem The Recollection Of A Dream.

Woman's Faith And Woman's Trust, Write The Characters In Dust.