The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.
For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
I only know we loved in vain; I only feel-farewell! farewell!
If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.
The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose.