Gentle to others, to himself severe.

Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.

Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,-not dead, but gone before,- He gathers round him.

Think nothing done while aught remains to do.

Then never less alone than when alone.

A man who attempts to read all the new productions must do as the flea does,--skip.

Paris strikes the vulgar part of us infinitely the most, but to a thinking mind London is incomparably the most delightful subject for contemplation.