A Fool's Wild Speech Confounds

But With Morning Cool Repentance Came.

Wounds Sustained For The Sake Of Conscience Carry Their Own Balsam With The Blow.

One Crowded Hour Of Glorious Life Is Worth An Age Without A Name

It Was In The Beginning Of The Month Of November, 17--, When A Young English Gentleman, Who Had Just Left The University Of Oxford, Made Use Of The Liberty Afforded Him, To Visit Some Parts Of The North Of England; And Curiosity Extended His Tour Into The Adjacent Frontier Of The Sister Country.

Where Shall The Lover Rest, Whom The Fates Sever From His True Maiden's Breast, Parted For Ever? Where, Through Groves Deep And High, Sounds The Far Billow, Where Early Violets Die, Under The Willow.