It Is To Hope, Though Hope Were

You, That Have Toiled During Youth, To Set Your Son Upon Higher Ground, And To Enable Him To Begin Where You Left Off, Do Not Expect That Son To Be What You Were, - Diligent, Modest, Active, Simple In His Tastes, Fertile In Resources. You Have Put Him Under Quite A Different Master. Poverty Educated You; Wealth Will Educate Him. You Cannot Suppose The Result Will Be The Same.

The World Has Little To Bestow Where Two Fond Hearts In Equal Love Are Joined.

Say Not 'good-night' But In Some Brighter Clime, Bid Me 'good-morning.'

Of Her Scorn The Maid Repented, And The Shepherd - Of His Love.

You Speak Of Beginning The Education Of Your Son. The Moment He Was Able To Form An Idea His Education Was Already Begun. . . .