Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.

And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.

Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great.

For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?

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.