Man Is In Part Divine, A Troubled

As Falls The Dew On Quenchless Sands, Blood Only Serves To Wash Ambition's Hands.

Tis Strange,-but True; For Truth Is Always Strange; Stranger Than Fiction: If It Could Be Told, How Much Would Novels Gain By The Exchange! How Differently The World Would Men Behold!

I Am Ashes Where Once I Was Fire.

Romances Paint At Full Length People's Wooing. But Only Give A Bust Of Marriages.

The Dew Of Compassion Is A Tear.