Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.

Not suffering, but faint heart, is worst of woes.

It is not a great Xerxes army of words, but a compact Greek ten thousand that march safely down to posterity.

This imputation of inconsistency is one to which every sound politician and every honest thinker must sooner or later subject himself. The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinion.

But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet. Lessen like sound of friends departing feet; And death is beautiful as feet of friend. Coming with welcome at our journey's end.

It is beginning to be doubtful whether Parliament and Congress sit in Westminster and Washington, or in the editorial rooms of the leading journals,--so thoroughly is everything debated before the authorized and responsible debaters get on their legs.

Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.