The journalist should be on his guard against publishing what is false in taste or exceptionable in morals.

Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue.

Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

All great poets have been men of great knowledge.

The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.

There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.

Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered.