Experience enables me to depose to the comfort and blessing that literature can prove in seasons of sickness and sorrow.

It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.

Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.

The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives warning!

Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn.

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;- Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.

Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.