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!

Forgotten rimes, and college themes, Worm-eaten plans, and embryo schemes; A mass of heterogeneous matter. A chaos dark, nor land nor water.

We may think all religions beneficial, and believe of one alone that it is true.

we should contract our ideas of education, and expect no more from it than it is able to perform.

You speak of beginning the education of your son. The moment he was able to form an idea his education was already begun. . . .

And when midst fallen London, they survey The stone where Alexander's ashes lay, Shall own with humbled pride the lesson must By Time's slow finger written in the dust.

We neither laugh alone, nor weep alone, why then should we pray alone?