Men's actions to futurity appear but as the events to which they are conjoined do give them consequence.

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

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

Heaven often smites in mercy, even when the blow is severest.

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.

Oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat, Just parted from the shore, And to the fisher's chorus-note Soft moves the dipping oar.

I have seen the day, when, if a man made himself ridiculous, the world would laugh at him. But now, everything that is mean, disgusting, and absurd, pleases them but so much the better!