How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family's eye?

I am in love with this green Earth.

Oh, the pleasure of eating my dinner alone!

The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.

I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.

Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken.

In every thing that relates to science, I am a whole Encyclopaedia behind the rest of the world.