How vast a memory has Love!

Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.

What Tully said of war may be applied to disputing: "It should be always so managed as to remember that the only true end of it is peace." But generally true disputants are like true sportsmen,--their whole delight is in the pursuit; and the disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.

You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.

Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,- The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.

When much dispute has past, we find our tenets just the same as last.

The laughers are a majority.