The Sweeter Sound Of Woman's Praise.

No Man In The World Acts Up To His Own Standard Of Right.

Nobles By The Right Of An Earlier Creation, And Priests By The Imposition Of A Mightier Hand.

History, Is Made Up Of The Bad Actions Of Extraordinary Men And Woman. All The Most Noted Destroyers And Deceivers Of Our Species, All The Founders Of Arbitrary Governments And False Religions Have Been Extraordinary People; And Nine Tenths Of The Calamities That Have Befallen The Human Race Had No Other Origin Than The Union Of High Intelligence With Low Desires.

It Is Certain That Satirical Poems Were Common At Rome From A Very Early Period. The Rustics, Who Lived At A Distance From The Seat Of Government, And Took Little Part In The Strife Of Factions, Gave Vent To Their Petty Local Animosities In Coarse Fescennine Verse.

The Best Portraits Are Perhaps Those In Which There Is A Slight Mixture Of Caricature; And We Are Not Certain That The Best Histories Are Not Those In Which A Little Of The Exaggeration Of Fictitious Narrative Is Judiciously Employed. Something Is Lost In Accuracy; But Much Is Gained In Effect. The Fainter Lines Are Neglected; But The Great Characteristic Features Are Imprinted On The Mind Forever.