And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.

They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.

Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.

Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon.

The still small voice of gratitude.

Men will believe anything at all provided they are under no obligation to believe it.

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.