Old Man! 'tis Not Difficult To Die.

I Am Always Most Religious Upon A Sunshiny Day.

So Sweet The Blush Of Bashfulness, E'en Pity Scarce Can Wish It Less!

I Suppose We Shall Soon Travel By Air-vessels; Make Air Instead Of Sea Voyages; And At Length Find Our Way To The Moon, In Spite Of The Want Of Atmosphere.

What Deep Wounds Ever Closed Without A Scar?

Though I Love My Country, I Do Not Love My Countrymen.