O ye whose years unfolding fair Are fresh with youth, and free from care, Should vice and indolence desire The garden of your souls to hire, No parleys hold-reject the suit, Nor let one seed the soil pollute. My child their first approach beware, With firmness break the insidious snare, Lest as the acorns grew and throve Into a sun-encircled grove, Thy sins, a dark o'ershadowing tree Shut out the light of Heaven from thee.

Prosperity, alas! is often but another name for pride.

Pride is a fruitful source of uneasiness. It keeps the mind in disquiet. Humility is the antidote to this evil.

The vanity of shining in conversation is usually subversive of its own desires.

An appearance of delicacy is inseparable from sweetness and gentleness of character.

The strength of a nation, especially of a republican nation, is in the intelligent and well ordered homes of the people.

Mothers, whatever you wish your children to become, strive to exhibit in your own lives and conversation.