Of Her Scorn The Maid Repented, And

Life! We've Been Long Together Through Pleasant And Through Cloudy Weather; Tis Hard To Part When Friends Are Dear,- Perhaps 'twill Cost A Sigh, A Tear. Then Steal Away, Give Little Warning. Choose Thine Own Time, Say Not "good-night," But In Some Brighter Clime, Bid Me "good-morning."

If An Author Would Have Us Feel A Strong Degree Of Compassion, His Characters Must Not Be Too Perfect.

Many Things I Knew, I Have Forgotten; Many Things I Thought I Knew, I Find I Know Nothing About; Some Things I Know, I Have Found Not Worth Knowing; And Some Things I Would Give - O What Would One Not Give To Know? Are Beyond The Reach Of Human Ken.

We Can Only Love What We Know.

When One By One Our Ties Are Torn, And Friend From Friend Is Snatched Forlorn; When Man Is Left Alone To Mourn, Oh! Then How Sweet It Is To Die!