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You Cannot Know, Should I Discribe To You; The Feelings Of A Parent . . . . Four Years Have Already Past Away Since You Left Your Native Land, And This Rural Cottage-humble Indeed, When Compared To The Palaces You Have Visited, And The Pomp You Have Been Witness To. But I Dare Say You Have Not Been So Inattentive An Observer, As To Suppose That Sweet Peace, And Contentment, Cannot Inhabit The Lowly Roof, And Bless The Tranquil Inhabitants, Equally Guarded And Protected, In Person And Property, In This Happy Country, As Those Who Reside In The Most Elegant And Costly Dwellings.

Dark And Sour Humours, Especially Those Which Have A Spice Of Malevolence In Them, Are Vastly Disagreeable. Such Men Have No Music In Their Souls.

These Are The Times When A Genius Wants To Live.

The House Shakes...with The Roar Of The Cannon. No Sleep For Me Tonight.

Its Never To Late To Get Back On Your Feet Though We Wont Live Forever Make Sure You Accomplish What You Were Put Here For