One Of The Most Striking

A Vi'let On The Meadow Grew, That No One Saw, That No One Knew, It Was A Modest Flower. A Shepherdess Pass'd By That Way-- Light Footed, Pretty And So Gay; That Way She Came, Softly Warbling Forth Her Lay.

Two Souls Dwell, Alas! In My Breast.

Seldom In The Business And Transactions Of Ordinary Life, Do We Find The Sympathy We Want.

One Errs As Long As One Strives.

There Is No Outward Sign Of True Courtesy That Does Not Rest On A Deep Moral Foundation.