A Volcano May Be Considered As A

To Me More Dear, Congenial To My Heart, One Native Charm, Than All The Gloss Of Art.

Crime Generally Punishes Itself.

The Dog, To Gain Some Private Ends, Went Mad, And Bit The Man.

Here Let Me Sit In Sorrow For Mankind.

Well Had The Boding Tremblers Learn'd To Trace The Day's Disasters In His Morning Face; Full Well They Laugh'd With Counterfeited Glee At All His Jokes, For Many A Joke Had He; Full Well The Busy Whisper Circling Round Convey'd The Dismal Tidings When He Frown'd. Yet Was He Kind, Or If Severe In Aught, The Love He Bore To Learning Was In Fault; The Village All Declar'd How Much He Knew, 'twas Certain He Could Write And Cipher Too.