To Exult Over The Miseries Of An

True Gentleness Is Founded On A Sense Of What We Owe To Him Who Made Us And To The Common Nature Which We All Share. It Arises From Reflection On Our Own Failings And Wants, And From Just Views Of The Condition And Duty Of Man. It Is Native Feeling Heightened And Improved By Principle.

Only Mediocrity Of Enjoyment Is Allowed To Man.

It Is Pride Which Fills The World With So Much Harshness And Severity. We Are Rigorous To Offenses As If We Had Never Offended.

Compassion Is An Emotion Of Which We Ought Never To Be Ashamed. Graceful, Particularly In Youth, Is The Tear Of Sympathy, And The Heart That Melts At The Tale Of Woe. We Should Not Permit Ease And Indulgence To Contract Our Affections, And Wrap Us Up In A Selfish Enjoyment; But We Should Accustom Ourselves To Think Of The Distresses Of Human, Life, Of The Solitary Cottage; The Dying Parent, And The Weeping Orphan. Nor Ought We Ever To Sport With Pain And Distress In Any Of Our Amusements, Or Treat Even The Meanest Insect With Wanton Cruelty.

Nothing, Except What Flows From The Heart, Can Render Even External Manners Truly Pleasing.