Self-interest is the most ingenious and persuasive of all the agents that deceive our consciences, while by means of it our unhappy and stubborn prejudices operate in their greatest force.

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.

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

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.

The hushed winds their Sabbath keep.

All great poets have been men of great knowledge.

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