Religion, Richest Favor Of The Skies.

Friends, Books, A Garden, And Perhaps His Pen, Delightful Industry Enjoy'd At Home, An Nature, In Her Cultivated Trim Dress'ed To His Taste, Inviting Him Abroad - Can He Want Occupation Who Has These?

The Only Amarantine Flower On Earth Is Virtue.

What Is It But A Map Of Busy Life, Its Fluctuations, And Its Vast Concerns?

He That Runs May Read.

Slaves Cannot Breathe In England; If Their Lungs Receive Our Air, That Moment They Are Free; They Touch Our Country, And Their Shackles Fall.