A Man He Was To All The

I Have Visited Many Countries, And Have Been In Cities Without Number, Yet Never Did I Enter A Town Which Could Not Produce Ten Or Twelve Little Great Men; All Fancying Themselves Known To The Rest Of The World, And Complimenting Each Other Upon Their Extensive Reputation.

Every Absurdity Has A Champion To Defend It.

Blest Be Those Feasts, With Simple Plenty Crowned, Where All The Ruddy Family Around Laugh At The Jests Or Pranks That Never Fail Or Sigh With Pity At Some Mournful Tale.

As For Disappointing Them I Should Not So Much Mind; But I Can't Abide To Disappoint Myself.

It Is Impossible To Combat Enthusiasm With Reason; For Though It Makes A Show Of Resistance, It Soon Eludes The Pressure, Refers You To Distinctions Not To Be Understood, And Feelings Which It Cannot Explain. A Man Who Would Endeavor To Fix An Enthusiast By Argument Might As Well Attempt To Spread Quicksilver With His Finger.