Religion, Richest Favor Of The Skies.

As Creeping Ivy Clings To Wood Or Stone, And Hides The Ruin That It Feeds Upon, So Sophistry, Cleaves Close To, And Protects Sin's Rotten Trunk, Concealing Its Defects.

Far Happier Are The Dead Methinks Than They Who Look For Death And Fear It Every Day.

The Kindest And The Happiest Pair Will Find Occasion To Forbear; And Something, Every Day They Live, To Pity, And Perhaps Forgive.

[my Kitten's] Gambols Are Not To Be Described, And Would Be Incredible, If They Could.

And The Tear That Is Wiped With A Little Address, May Be Follow'd Perhaps By A Smile.