The march of intellect is proceeding at quick time; and if its progress be not accompanied by a corresponding improvement in morals and religion, the faster it proceeds, with the more violence will you be hurried down the road to ruin.

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

Three things a wise man will not trust, The wind, the sunshine of an April day, And woman's plighted faith.

Let us depart! the universal sun Confines not to one land his blessed beams; Nor is man rooted, like a tree, whose seed, the winds on some ungenial soil have cast there, where it cannot prosper.

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

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

My notions of life are much the same as they are about traveling; there is a good deal of amusement on the road; but, after all, one wants to be at rest.