How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures; nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven: In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths; Beneath her steady ray The desert circle spreads Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. How beautiful is night!

Live as long as you may, the first twenty years are the longest half of your life.

Take away love, and not physical nature only, but the heart of the moral world, would be palsied.

Where Washington hath left His awful memory A light for after times!

Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live; Not where I love, but where I am, I die.

Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray, Each in the other melting.

Be thankful that your lot has fallen on times when, though there may be many evil tongues and exasperated spirits, there are none who have fire and fagot at command.