Dreading That Climax Of All Human Ills

A Feast Not Profuse But Elegant; More Of Salt [refinement] Than Of Expense.

Opinions Are Made To Be Changed Or How Is Truth To Be Got At?

Most Glorious Night! Thou Wert Not Sent For Slumber!

Eternal Spirit Of The Chainless Mind! Brightest In Dungeons, Liberty! Thou Art, For There Thy Habitation Is The Heart-- The Heart Which Love Of Thee Alone Can Bind; And When Thy Sons To Fetters Are Consign'd-- To Fetters And Damp Vault's Dayless Gloom, Their Country Conquers With Their Martyrdom.

Of All Tales 'tis The Saddest--and More Sad, Because It Makes Us Smile.