Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

Rough Johnson, the great moralist.

The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!

Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

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.