If thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;--be worthy of the grace of God.

Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.

Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound.

And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

Rest and be thankful.

We have no knowledge, that is, no general principles drawn from the contemplation of particular facts, but what has been built up by pleasure, and exists in us by pleasure alone. The Man of Science, the Chemist and Mathematician, whatever difficulties and disgusts they may have had to struggle with, know and feel this. However painful may be the objects with which the Anatomist's knowledge is connected, he feels that his knowledge is pleasure; and where he has no pleasure he has no knowledge.