So his life has flowed, From its mysterious urn a sacred stream, In whose calm depth the beautiful and pure, Alone are mirrored; which, though shapes of ill, May hover round its surface, glides in light, And takes no shadow from them.

The mysteries of Nature and of humanity are not lessened, but increased, by the discoveries of philosophic skill.

So his life has flowed, From its mysterious urn a sacred stream, In whose calm depth the beautiful and pure, Alone are mirrored; which, though shapes of ill, May hover round its surface, glides in light, And takes no shadow from them.

In ourselvesIn our own honest hearts and chainless handsWill be our safeguard

It is a little thing to speak a phrase of common comfort, which by daily use has almost lost its sense; yet on the ear of him who thought to die unmourned it will fall like choicest music.

Fill the seats of justice with good men, not so absolute in goodness as to forget what human frailty is.

Gentleman is a term which does not apply to any station, but to the mind and the feelings in every station.