Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.

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.

War, like all other situations of danger and of change, calls forth the exertion of admirable intellectual qualities and great virtues, and it is only by dwelling on these, and keeping out of sight the sufferings and sorrows, and all the crimes and evils that follow in its train, that it has its glory in the eyes of men.

Virtue cannot dwell with slaves, nor reign O'er those who cower to take a tyrant's yoke.

The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by. As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.

Look on this beautiful world, and read the truth in her fair page.

Truth crushed to the earth will rise again!