The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death; he walks with nature; and her paths are peace.

The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows and makes you both polite and wise.

A strange alternative * * *Must women have a doctor or a dance?

Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!

Pity swells the tide of love.

And friend received with thumps upon the back.