The First Pale Blossom Of The Unripened

We Should Contract Our Ideas Of Education, And Expect No More From It Than It Is Able To Perform.

While Genius Was Thus Wasting His Strength In Eccentric Flights, I Saw A Person Of A Very Different Appearance, Named Application.

You Speak Of Beginning The Education Of Your Son. The Moment He Was Able To Form An Idea His Education Was Already Begun. . . .

Say Not 'good-night' But In Some Brighter Clime, Bid Me 'good-morning.'

And When Midst Fallen London, They Survey The Stone Where Alexander's Ashes Lay, Shall Own With Humbled Pride The Lesson Must By Time's Slow Finger Written In The Dust.