A lovely lady, garmented in light From her own beauty.

Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow claspest the limits of mortality.

How wonderful is death! Death and his brother sleep.

Kings are like stars,-they rise and set, they have The worship of the world, but no repose.

The wise want love; and those who love want wisdom.

Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know, but leech-like to their fainting country cling, till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow, - a people starved and stabbed in the untilled field.

The conceptions which any nation or individual entertains of the God of its popular worship may be inferred from their own actions and opinions, which are the subjects of their approbation among their fellow-men.