It Is Not Designed That The Road

Bright Was The Summer Of 1296. The War Which Had Desolated Scotland Was Then At An End.

That Grief Is The Most Durable Which Flows Inward, And Buries Its Streams With Its Fountain, In The Depths Of The Heart.

The Perfection Of Outward Loveliness Is The Soul Shining Through Its Crystalline Covering.

It Has Been Wisely Said, "that Well May Thy Guardian Angel Suffer Thee To Lose Thy Locks, When Thou Darest Wilfully To Lay Thy Head In The Lap Of Temptation!" Was It Not Easier For The Hero Of Judaea To Avoid The Touch Of The Fair Philistine, Than To Elude Her Power When Held In Her Arms?

National Antipathy Is The Basest, Because The Most Illiberal And Illiterate Of All Prejudices.