Genius, Indeed, Melts Many Ages Into One,

New England Is Quite As Large A Lump Of Earth As My Heart Can Really Take In.

The Whole Forest Was Peopled With Frightful Sounds-the Creaking Of The Trees, The Howling Of Wild Beasts, And The Yell Of Indians; While Sometimes The Wind Tolled Like A Distant Church Bell, And Sometimes Gave A Broad Roar Around The Traveler, As If All Nature Were Laughing Him To Scorn. But He Was Himself The Chief Horror Of The Scene, And Shrank Not From Its Other Horrors.

What Other Dungeon Is So Dark As One's Own Heart! What Jailer So Inexorable As One's Self!

In The Depths Of Every Heart There Is A Tomb And A Dungeon, Though The Lights, The Music, And The Revelry Above May Cause Us To Forget Their Existence.

We Sometimes Congratulate Ourselves.