Absence Of Proof Is Not Proof Of

That Good Diffused May More Abundant Grow.

Far Happier Are The Dead Methinks Than They Who Look For Death And Fear It Every Day.

Could He With Reason Murmur At His Case, Himself Sole Author Of His Own Disgrace?

The Things That Mount The Rostrum With A Skip, And Then Skip Down Again, Pronounce A Text, Cry Hem; And Reading What They Never Wrote Just Fifteen Minutes, Huddle Up Their Work, And With A Well-bred Whisper Close The Scene!

Did Charity Prevail, The Press Would Prove A Vehicle Of Virtue, Truth, And Love.