Even Children Follow'd With Endearing

Sweet Was The Sound, When Oft, At Evening's Close, Up Yonder Hill The Village Murmur Rose; There As I Passed, With Careless Steps And Slow, The Mingling Notes Came Soften'd From Below; The Swain Responsive As The Milkmaid Sung, The Sober Herd That Low'd To Meet Their Young; The Noisy Geese That Gabbled O'er The Pool, The Playful Children Just Let Loose From School; The Watch-dog's Voice That Bay'd The Whispering Wind, And The Loud Laugh That Spoke The Vacant Mind; These All In Sweet Confusion Sought The Shade, And Fill'd Each Pause The Nightingale Had Made.

The Malicious Sneer Is Improperly Called Laughter.

We Sometimes Had Those Little Rubs Which Providence Sends To Enhance The Value Of Its Favors.

Prudery Is Ignorance.

A Boy Will Learn More True Wisdom In A Public School In A Year Than By A Private Education In Five. It Is Not From Masters, But From Their Equals, That Youth Learn A Knowledge Of The World.