Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.

It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship

Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one.

He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.

Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.

What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, is much more common where the climate's sultry.

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.