Hast Thou Named All The

We Boil At Different Degrees.

Would We Codify The Laws That Should Reign In Households, And Whose Daily Transgression Annoys And Mortifies Us, And Degrades Our Household Life, We Must Adorn Every Day With Sacrifices. Good Manners Are Made Up Of Petty Sacrifices.

The Wave Of Evil Washes All Our Institutions Alike.

The Peace Of The Man Who Has Forsworn The Use Of The Bullet Seems To Me Not Quite Peace, But A Canting Impotence.

Echo Waits With Art And Care And Will The Faults Of Song Repair.