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

Of her scorn the maid repented, And the shepherd - of his love.

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

it is, in truth, the most absurd of all suppositions, that a human being can be educated, or even nourished and brought up, without imbibing numberless prejudices from every thing which passes around him.

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

if an author would have us feel a strong degree of compassion, his characters must not be too perfect.

Say not 'Good-night' but in some brighter clime, bid me 'Good-morning.'