To trace in Nature's most minute design The signature and stamp of power divine. ... The Invisible in things scarce seen revealed, To whom an atom is an ample field.

Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies... To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.

Some write a narrative of wars and feats, Of heroes little known, and call the rant A history.

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

It is a terrible thought, that nothing is ever forgotten; that not an oath is ever uttered that does not continue to vibrate through all times, in the wide spreading current of sound; that not a prayer is lisped, that its record is not to be found st

The parson knows enough who knows a Duke.

A teacher should be sparing of his smile.