Tis But A Part We See, And

But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company.

Nothing Can Be More Shocking And Horrid Than One Of Our Kitchens Sprinkled With Blood, And Abounding With The Cries Of Expiring Victims Or With The Limbs Of Dead Animals Scattered Or Hung Up Here And There.

But Would You Sing, And Rival Orpheus' Strain. The Wond'ring Forests Soon Should Dance Again; The Moving Mountains Hear The Powerful Call. And Headlong Streams Hand Listening In Their Fall!

A Brave Man Struggling In The Storms Of Fate, And Greatly Falling With A Falling State.

But Thousands Die Without Or This Or That, Die, And Endow A College Or A Cat.