There's Not A Sea The Passenger E'er

O Gold! I Still Prefer Thee Unto Paper, Which Makes Bank Credit Like A Bark Of Vapour.

Father Of Light! Great God Of Heaven! Hear'st Thou The Accents Of Despair? Can Guilt Like Man's Be E'er Forgiven? Can Vice Atone For Crimes By Prayer.

When Falls The Coliseum, Rome Shall Fall; And When Rome Falls--the World.

Italia! O Italia! Thou Who Hast The Fatal Gift Of Beauty.

Where There Is Mystery, It Is Generally Suspected There Must Also Be Evil.