I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?

I am so changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long - such a strange melange of good and evil.

All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage.

The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old!-- The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.

There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!

Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.

Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock!