A Man That's Fond Precociously Of Stirring

There Is Not A String Attuned To Mirth But Has Its Chord Of Melancholy.

Fuss Is The Froth Of Business.

Lives Of Great Men Oft Remind Us As We O'er Their Pages Turn, That We Too May Leave Behind Us - Letters That We Ought To Burn.

Some Minds Improve By Travel, Others, Rather, Resemble Copper Wire, Or Brass, Which Get The Narrower By Going Farther.

And There Is Even A Happiness That Makes The Heart Afraid.