And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, that one small head could carry all he knew.

Good counsel rejected returns to enrich the givers bosom.

Silence is become his mother tongue.

We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favors.

Logicians have but ill defined As rational the human mind; Reason, they say, belongs to man, But let them prove it if they can.

Processions, cavalcades, and all that fund of gay frippery, furnished out by tailors, barbers, and tire-women, mechanically influence the mind into veneration; an emperor in his nightcap would not meet with half the respect of an emperor with a crown.

Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.