To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

Mystery has great charms for womanhood.

For Love will still be lord of all.

Woman's faith and woman's trust, Write the characters in dust.

He hath a share of man's intelligence, but no share of man's falsehood.

Teach you children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.

Alas!... what is it, valiant knight, save an offering of sacrifice to a demon of vain glory, and a passing through the fire of Moloch? What remains to you as a prize of all the blood you have spilled, of all the travail and pain you have endured, of all the tears which your deeds have caused, when death hath broken the strong man's spear, and overtaken the speed of his war-horse?