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.

There are certain scenes that would awe an atheist into belief, without the help of other argument.

Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.

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

Sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.

We frolic while 'tis May.

No further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.