Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.

Ah! never shall the land forget.

Music is not merely a study, it is an entertainment; wherever there is music there is a throng of listeners.

Yet will that beauteous image make The dreary sea less drear And thy remembered smile will wake The hope that tramples fear

Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place.

The press, important as is its office, is but the servant of the human intellect, and its ministry is for good or for evil, according to the character of those who direct it. The press is a mill which grinds all that is put into its hopper. Fill the hopper with poisoned grain, and it will grind it to meal, but there is death in the bread.

Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave -