A strange alternative * * *Must women have a doctor or a dance?
On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
A death-bed's a detector of the heart.
They only babble who practise not reflection
Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.