No wisdom that she may gain by experience and reflection hereafter, will compensate the loss of her present hilarity.

But animated nature sweeter still, to soothe and satisfy the human ear.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

As if the world and they were hand and glove.

Visits are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not that, would do nothing.

Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me.

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