So Much Alarmed That She Is Quite

Father Of Light! Great God Of Heaven! Hear'st Thou The Accents Of Despair? Can Guilt Like Man's Be E'er Forgiven? Can Vice Atone For Crimes By Prayer.

If From Society We Learn To Live, Solitude Should Teach Us How To Die.

[armenian] Is A Rich Language, However, And Would Amply Repay Any One The Trouble Of Learning It.

The Image Of Eternity--the Throne Of The Invisible; Even From Out Thy Slime The Monsters Of The Deep Are Made; Each Zone Obeys Thee; Thou Goest Forth, Dread, Fathomless, Alone.

Rough Johnson, The Great Moralist.