The True Use Of Speech Is Not

Wit Generally Succeeds More From Being Happily Addressed Than From Its Native Poignancy. A Jest, Calculated To Spread At A Gaming-table, May Be Received With, Perfect Indifference Should It Happen To Drop In A Mackerel-boat.

The Nakedness Of The Indigent World May Be Clothed From The Trimmings Of The Vain.

As Some Tall Cliff That Lifts Its Awful Form, Swells From The Vale, And Midway Leaves The Storm,- Though Round Its Breast The Rolling Clouds Are Spread, Eternal Sunshine Settles On Its Head.

We Seldom Speak Of The Virtue Which We Have, But Much Oftener Of That Which We Lack.

And The Weak Soul, Within Itself Unbless'd, Leans For All Pleasure On Another's Breast.