Sleep hath its own world, and the wide realm of wild reality.

By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies.

Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.

Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less beloved head?

The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose.

War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"

The image of Eternity--the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.