A Mother's Pride, A Father's Joy.

I'll Dream No More--by Mainly Mind Not Even In Sleep Is Well Resigned. My Midnight Orisons Said O'er, I'll Turn To Rest And Dream No More.

Adversity Is, To Me At Least, A Tonic And A Bracer.

Marry In Haste, Repent At Leisure.

There Never Will Exist Anything Permanently Noble And Excellent In The Character Which Is A Stranger To Resolute Self-denial.

The Willow Which Bends To The Tempest Often Escapes Better Than The Oak Which Resists It.