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Not Childhood Alone, But The Young Man Till Thirty, Never Feels Practically That He Is Mortal.

He Might Have Proved A Useful Adjunct, If Not An Ornament To Society.

We All Have Some Taste Or Other, Of Too Ancient A Date To Admit Of Our Remembering It Was An Acquired One.

The Greatest Pleasure I Know, Is To Do A Good Action By Stealth, And To Have It Found Out By Accident.

It Is Well If The Good Man Himself Does Not Feel His Devotions A Little Clouded, Those Foggy Sensuous Steams Mingling With And Polluting The Pure Altar Surface.