Man Is In Part Divine, A Troubled

One Of The Pleasures Of Reading Old Letters Is The Knowledge That They Need No Answer.

Oh! Too Convincing--dangerously Dear-- In Woman's Eye The Unanswerable Tear! That Weapon Of Her Weakness She Can Wield, To Save, Subdue--at Once Her Spear And Shield.

Romances Paint At Full Length People's Wooing. But Only Give A Bust Of Marriages.

The Cold, The Changed, Perchance The Dead, Anew, The Mourn'd, The Loved, The Lost,-too Many, Yet How Few!

'tis Very Certain The Desire Of Life Prolongs It.