Where Thou Art Gone, Adieus And Farewells

Man In Society Is Like A Flow'r, Blown In Its Native Bed. 'tis There Alone His Faculties Expanded In Full Bloom Shine Out, There Only Reach Their Proper Use.

Religion, Richest Favor Of The Skies.

The Cares Of Today Are Seldom Those Of Tomorrow.

There Is Mercy In Every Place. And Mercy, Encouraging Thought Gives Even Affliction A Grace And Reconciles Man To His Lot.

And The Tear That Is Wiped With A Little Address, May Be Follow'd Perhaps By A Smile.