But Quiet To Quick Bosoms Is A

What Men Call Gallantry, And Gods Adultery, Is Much More Common Where The Climate's Sultry.

It Is Singular How Soon We Lose The Impression Of What Ceases To Be Constantly Before Us. A Year Impairs, A Luster Obliterates. There Is Little Distinct Left Without An Effort Of Memory, Then Indeed The Lights Are Rekindled For A Moment - But Who Can Be Sure That The Imagination Is Not The Torch-bearer?

He Learned The Arts Of Riding, Fencing, Gunnery, And How To Scale A Fortress - Or A Nunnery.

Dreading That Climax Of All Human Ills The Inflammation Of His Weekly Bills.

Adversity Is The First Path To Truth.