...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.

Then liberty, like day, Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.

Spare feast! a radish and an egg.

In indolent vacuity of thought.

A man renowned for repartee will seldom scruple to make free with friendship's finest feeling, will thrust a dagger at your breast, and say he wounded you in jest, by way of balm for healing.

The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, "Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more."