Easy Writing's Curst Hard Reading.

Justice-august And Pure, The Abstract Idea Of All That Would Be Perfect In The Spirits And The Inspirations Of Men!-where The Mind Rises; Where The Heart Expands; Where The Countenance Is Ever Placid And Benign; Where Her Favorite Attitude Is To Stoop To The Unfortunate; To Hear Their Cry And To Help Them; To Rescue And Relieve; To Succor And Save; Majestic, From Its Mercy; Venerable, From Its Lutility; Uplifted, Without Pride; Firm Without Obduracy; Beneficent In Each Preference; Lovely, Though In Her Frown!

When Delicate And Feeling Souls Are Separated, There Is Not A Feature In The Sky, Not A Movement Of The Elements, Not An Aspiration Of The Breeze, But Hints Some Cause For A Lover's Apprehension.

An Unforgiving Eye, And A Damned Disinheriting Countenance!

Do Thou Snatch Treasures From My Lips, And I'll Take Kingdoms Back From Thine.

Men Seldom Think Deeply On Subjects In Which They Have No Choice Of Opinion: They Are Fearful Of Encountering Obstacles To Their Faith--as In Religion--and So Are Content With The Surface.