Any fool may write a most valuable book by chance, if he will only tell us what he heard and saw with veracity.

Sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.

What female heart can gold despise? What cat 's averse to fish?

Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.

E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.

The different steps and degrees of education may be compared to the artificer's operations upon marble; it is one thing to dig it out of the quarry, and another to square it, to give it gloss and lustre, call forth every beautiful spot and vein, shape it into a column, or animate it into a statue.

England, so long mistress of the sea, Where winds and waves confess her sovereignty, Her ancient triumphs yet on high shall bear And reign the sovereign of the conquered air.