I Wiped Away The Weeds And Foam,

But The Mark Of American Merit In Painting, In Sculpture, In Poetry, In Fiction, In Eloquence, Seems To Be A Certain Grace Withoutgrandeur, And Itself Not New But Derivative; A Vase Of Fair Outline, But Empty,--which Whoso Sees, May Fill With What Wit And Character Is In Him, But Which Does Not, Like The Charged Cloud, Overflow With Terrible Beauty, And Emit Lightnings On All Beholders.

A Cultivated Man, Wise To Know And Bold To Perform, Is The End To Which Nature Works.

A Man Comes To Measure His Greatness By The Regrets, Envies And Hatreds Of His Competitors.

A Man Of Good Sense But Of Little Faith, Whose Compassion Seemed To Lead Him To Church As Often As He Went There, Said To Me; 'that He Liked To Have Concerts, And Fairs, And Churches, And Other Public Amusements Go On.

The Household Is A School Of Power. There, Within The Door, Learn The Tragi-comedy Of Human Life.