From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.

As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me.

Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth.

Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again.

This will be a great day in our history; the date of a New Revolution - quite as much needed as the old one. Even now as I write they are leading old John Brown to execution in Virginia for attempting to rescue slaves! This is sowing the wind to reap the whirlwind which will come soon!

Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.