Let Joy Be Unconfined.

Socrates Said, Our Only Knowledge Was "to Know That Nothing Could Be Known;" A Pleasant Science Enough, Which Levels To An Ass Each Man Of Wisdom, Future, Past, Or Present. Newton, (that Proverb Of The Mind,) Alas! Declared, With All His Grand Discoveries Recent, That He Himself Felt Only "like A Youth Picking Up Shells By The Great Ocean-truth."

The Busy Have No Time For Tears.

What Want These Outlaws Conquerors Should Have But History's Purchased Page To Call Them Great?

Time Strips Our Illusions Of Their Hue, And One By One In Turn, Some Grand Mistake Casts Off Its Bright Skin Yearly Like The Snake.

Mark! Where His Carnage And His Conquests Cease, He Makes A Solitude And Calls It-peace!