In the evening, I walked alone down to the Lake by the side of Crow Park after sunset and saw the solemn coloring of night draw on, the last gleam of sunshine fading away on the hilltops, the seep serene of the asters, and the long shadows of the mountains thrown across them, till they nearly touched the hithermost shore. At distance hear the murmur of many waterfalls not audible in the day-time. Wished for the moon, but she was dark to me and silent, hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

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

Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed.

Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.

Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.

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

To brisk notes in cadence beating, glance their many-twinkling feet.