There Is Nothing That Makes Its Way

Physic, For The Most Part, Is Nothing Else But The Substitute Of Exercise And Temperance.

One Would Fancy That The Zealots In Atheism Would Be Exempt From The Single Fault Which Seems To Grow Out Of The Imprudent Fervor Of Religion. But So It Is, That Irreligion Is Propagated With As Much Fierceness And Contention, Wrath And Indignation, As If The Safety Of Mankind Depended Upon It.

Peaceable Times Are The Best To Live In, Though Not So Proper To Furnish Materials For A Writer.

A Contented Mind Is The Greatest Blessing A Man Can Enjoy In This World.

Let Echo, Too, Perform Her Part, Prolonging Every Note With Art; And In A Low Expiring Strain, Play All The Comfort O'er Again.