He Was A Man Of His Times.

In General I Do Not Draw Well With Literary Men -- Not That I Dislike Them But I Never Know What To Say To Them After I Have Praised Their Last Publication.

Her Great Merit Is Finding Out Mine; There Is Nothing So Amiable As Discernment.

For What Were All These Country Patriots Born? To Hunt, And Vote, And Raise The Price Of Corn?

In The Desert A Fountain Is Springing, In The Wide Waste There Still Is A Tree, And A Bird In The Solitude Singing, Which Speaks To My Spirit Of Thee

Perhaps The Early Grave Which Men Weep Over May Be Meant To Save.