Remorse Is As The Heart In Which

Heart-chilling Superstition! Thou Canst Glaze Even Pity's Eye With Her Own Frozen Tear.

And The Devil Did Grin, For His Darling Sin Is Pride That Apes Humility.

All Nature Seems At Work. Slugs Leave Their Lair The Bees Are Stirring, Birds Are On The Wing, And Winter Slumbering In The Open Air, Wears On His Smiling Face A Dream Of Spring.

You Talk About Making This Article Cheaper By Reducing Its Price In The Market From 8 D. To 6 D. But Suppose, In So Doing, You Have Rendered Your Country Weaker Against A Foreign Foe; Suppose You Have Demoralized Thousands Of Your Fellow-countrymen, And Have Sown Discontent Between One Class Of Society And Another, Your Article Is Tolerably Dear, I Take It, After All.

But Metre Itself Implies A Passion , I.e. A State Of Excitement, Both In The Poet's Mind, & Is Expected In That Of The Reader.