Exhausting thought, And hiving wisdom with each studious year.

It has been said that the immortality of the soul is a grand peut-tre -but still it is a grand one. Everybody clings to it -the stupidest, and dullest, and wickedest of human bipeds is still persuaded that he is immortal.

And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep.

Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all the virtues of man, without his vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the memory of Botswain, a dog.

A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!

Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.

Armenian is the language to speak with God.