Forced from home, and all its pleasures, afric coast I left forlorn; to increase a stranger's treasures, o the raging billows borne. Men from England bought and sold me, paid my price in paltry gold; but, though theirs they have enroll'd me, minds are never to be sold.

Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in

Blest be the art that can immortalize,--the art that baffles time's tyrannic claim to quench it.

Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, 'tis being flayed alive.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.

Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.