The Silver Ore Of Pure Charity Is

Justice-august And Pure, The Abstract Idea Of All That Would Be Perfect In The Spirits And The Inspirations Of Men!-where The Mind Rises; Where The Heart Expands; Where The Countenance Is Ever Placid And Benign; Where Her Favorite Attitude Is To Stoop To The Unfortunate; To Hear Their Cry And To Help Them; To Rescue And Relieve; To Succor And Save; Majestic, From Its Mercy; Venerable, From Its Lutility; Uplifted, Without Pride; Firm Without Obduracy; Beneficent In Each Preference; Lovely, Though In Her Frown!

For In Religion As In Friendship, They Who Profess Most Are Ever The Least Sincere.

I Would By No Means Wish A Daughter Of Mine To Be A Progeny Of Learning.

You Shall See Them On A Beautiful Quarto Page Where A Neat Rivulet Of Text Shall Meander Through A Meadow Of Margin.

Though I Never Scruple A Lie To Serve My Master, It Hurts One's Conscience To Be Found Out!