The first pale blossom of the unripened year.

Society than solitude is worse, And man to man is still the greatest curse.

You, that have toiled during youth, to set your son upon higher ground, and to enable him to begin where you left off, do not expect that son to be what you were, - diligent, modest, active, simple in his tastes, fertile in resources. You have put him under quite a different master. Poverty educated you; wealth will educate him. You cannot suppose the result will be the same.

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

While Genius was thus wasting his strength in eccentric flights, I saw a person of a very different appearance, named Application.

Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky.

It would be difficult to determine whether the age is growing better or worse; for I think our plays are growing like sermons, and our sermons like plays.