Whistling Aloud To Bear His Courage Up.

Action, So To Speak, Is The Genius Of Nature.

Affectation Is Certain Deformity; By Forming Themselves On Fantastic Models, The Young Begin With Being Ridiculous, And Often End In Being Vicious.

Our Time Is Fixed, And All Our Days Are Number'd; How Long, How Short, We Know Not:—this We Know, Duty Requires We Calmly Wait The Summons, Nor Dare To Stir Till Heaven Shall Give Permission.

When It Draws Near To Witching Time Of Night.

Of Joys Departed, Not To Return, How Painful The Remembrance