To struggle when hope is banished! To live when life's salt is gone! To dwell in a dream that's vanished! To endure, and go calmly on! The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational; But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues, And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.

To make the cunning artless, tame the rude, subdue the haughty, shake the undaunted soul; yea, put a bridle in the lion's mouth, and lead him forth as a domestic cur,--these are the triumphs of all-powerful beauty.

A woman is seldom roused to great and courageous exertion but when something most dear to her is in immediate danger.

Half-uttered praise is to the curious mind, as to the eye half-veiled beauty is, more precious than the whole.

Still on it creeps, Each little moment at another's heels, Till hours, days, years, and ages are made up Of such small parts as these, and men look back Worn and bewilder'd, wondering how it is.

It ever is the marked propensity of restless and aspiring minds to look into the stretch of dark futurity.

My day is closed! the gloom of night is come! a hopeless darkness settles over my fate.