Never Give Up Listening To The Sounds

In My Deepest Troubles, I Frequently Would Wrench Myself From The Persons Around Me And Retire To Some Secluded Part Of Our Noble Forests.

The Mercantile Business Did Not Suit Me

I Never For A Day Gave Up Listening To The Songs Of Our Birds, Or Watching Their Peculiar Habits, Or Delineating Them In The Best Way I Could.

All Trembling, I Reached The Falls Of Niagara, And Oh, What A Scene! My Blood Shudders Still, Although I Am Not A Coward, At The Grandeur Of The Creators Power; And I Gazed Motionless On This New Display Of The Irresistible Force Of One Of His Elements.

But Hopes Are Shy Birds Flying At A Great Distance, Seldom Reached By The Best Of Guns.