Newspapers Will Ultimately Engross All Literature.

Ink Is The Transcript Of Thought.

At Twenty Every One Is Republican.

Friendship, Sweet-resting Place Of The Soul, The Gloaming Wherein Our Hearts Find Peace.

Soul Of The Universe, Sire, God, Creator, Lord, I Believe In Thee, 'neath All These Names: And Without Having Need To Hear Thy Word, In The Sky's Brow My Glorious Creed I Trace.

Sentiment Is The Poetry Of The Imagination.