Where Once My Careless Childhood Strayed, /

Hands That The Rod Of Empire Might Have Sway'd, Or Waked To Ecstasy The Living Lyre.

The Still Small Voice Of Gratitude.

Youth Smiles Without Any Reason. It Is One Of Its Chiefest Charms.

One Principal Characteristic Of Vice In The Present Age Is The Contempt Of Fame.

Ah, Tell Them They Are Men!