Many Make The Household But Only One

The Better Part Of Every Man's Education Is That Which He Gives Himself.

An Angel Stood And Met My Gaze, Through The Low Doorway Of My Tent; The Tent Is Struck, The Vision Stays; I Only Know She Came And Went.

All God's Angels Come To Us Disguised.

And The Poorest Twig On The Elm-tree Was Ridged Inch Deep With Pearl.

We Cannot But Think There Is Something Like A Fallacy In Mr. Buckle's Theory That The Advance Of Mankind Is Necessarily In The Direction Of Science, And Not In That Of Morals.