London is the epitome of our times, and the Rome of to-day.

THE POET A moody child and wildly wise Pursued the game with joyful eyes, Which chose, like meteors, their way, And rived the dark with private ray: They overleapt the horizon's edge, Searched with Apollo's privilege; Through man, and woman, and sea, and star, Saw the dance of nature forward far; Through worlds, and races, and terms, and times, Saw musical order, and pairing rhymes. Olympian bards who sung Divine ideas below, Which always find us young, And always keep us so.

A man is the whole encyclopedia of facts.

Nature magically suits a man to his fortunes, by making them the fruit of his character.

Let us answer a book of ink with a book of flesh and blood.

Every advantage has its tax.

We are of different opinions at different hours, but we always may be said to be at heart on the side of truth.