For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.

The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.

The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.

The very flowers are sacred to the poor.

We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, Show to his eye an image of the pangs Which it hath witnessed,-render back an echo Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.