Good-humor, Gay Spirits, Are The Liberators, The

Science Has Grown Frightfully Audacious In These Days -- Swift-footed, Ponderous, Careering Over Her Iron Ways With Unslacking Pace. This Rampant Dragon, On Which I Am Mounted, See How He Bends His Once Stiff Neck To His Rider, Champing His Checked Bit And Pawing The Dust, Impatient To Leap Around The Globe. Genius Is Prescient, Foresees Its Own Might. Man Is Striving Through These Iron-ribbed, Steam-sped Hippogriffs, To Recover His Lost Ubiquity And Omnipotence, And Threatens Soon To Grasp In His Ample Palm, And Fix With Flaming Eye-ball, The Elemental Forces!

Despair Snuffs The Sun From The Firmament.

A State, A Community, Caring First For All Its Children, Providing Amply For Their Spiritual As For Their Temporal Well-being, Has Organized The Primitive Eden.

Pity The Mother Who Assumes The Name Without Being All This Implies!

One Must Be Rich In Thought And Character To Owe Nothing To Books, Though Preparation Is Necessary To Profitable Reading; And The Less Reading Is Better Than More;--book-struck Men Are Of All Readers Least Wise, However Knowing Or Learned.