Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.

Well, well, the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering winds shift, shift our sails.

Here lies interred in the eternity of the past, from whence there is no resurrection for the days - whatever there may be for the dust - the thirty-third year of an ill-spent life, which, after a lingering disease of many months sank into a lethargy, and expired, January 22d, 1821, A.D. leaving a successor inconsolable for the very loss which occasioned its existence.

[Armenian] is a rich language, however, and would amply repay any one the trouble of learning it.

Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.

Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared.

The very best of vineyards is the cellar