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That Author Who Draws A Character, Even Though To Common View Incongruous In Its Parts, As The Flying-squirrel, And, At Differentperiods, As Much At Variance With Itself As The Caterpillar Is With The Butterfly Into Which It Changes, May Yet, In So Doing, Be Not False But Faithful To Facts.

Many Sensible Things Banished From High Life Find An Asylum Among The Mob.

Man, In The Ideal, Is So Noble And So Sparkling, Such A Grand And Glowing Creature, That Over Any Ignominious Blemish In Him All His Fellows Should Run To Throw Their Costliest Robes.

A Noble Craft, But Somehow A Most Melancholy! All Noble Things Are Touched With That.

The Sea Had Jeeringly Kept His Finite Body Up, But Drowned The Infinite Of His Soul.