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Call Not That Man Wretched, Who Whatever Else He Suffers As To Pain Inflicted, Or Pleasure Denied, Has A Child For Whom He Hopes And On Whom He Doats.

Brute Animals Have The Vowel Sounds; Man Only Can Utter Consonants.

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

Health Is A Great Blessing--competence Obtained By Honorable Industry Is A Great Blessing--and A Great Blessing It Is To Have Kind, Faithful, And Loving Friends And Relatives; But, That The Greatest Of All Blessings, As It Is The Most Ennobling Of All Privileges, Is To Be Indeed A Christian.

A Falsehood Is, In One Sense, A Dead Thing; But Too Often It Moves About, Galvanized By Self-will, And Pushes The Living Out Of Their Seats.