Art Thou A Friend To Roderick?

Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er.

O Woman! In Our Hours Of Ease Uncertain, Coy, And Hard To Please, And Variable As The Shade By The Light Quivering Aspen Made; When Pain And Anguish Wring The Brow, A Ministering Angel Thou!

Vacant Heart, And Hand, And Eye, Easy Live And Quiet Die.

To The Timid And Hesitating Everything Is Impossible Because It Seems So.

The Happy Combination Of Fortuitous Circumstances.