O woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!

Of all vices, drinking is the most incompatible with greatness.

In listening mood she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand.

Credit is like a looking-glass, which when once sullied by a breath, may be wiped clear again; but if once cracked can never be repaired.

Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er.

Sensibility is nature's celestial spring.

It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we are doing our duty.