many things I knew, I have forgotten; many things I thought I knew, I find I know nothing about; some things I know, I have found not worth knowing; and some things I would give - O what would one not give to know? are beyond the reach of human ken.

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

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

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

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

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

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.