Philanthropy, Like Charity, Must Begin

Alas! How Light A Cause May Move Dissension Between Hearts That Love! Hearts That The World In Vain Had Tried, And Sorrow But More Closely Tied; That Stood The Storm When Waves Were Rough, Yet In A Sunny Hour Fall Off, Like Ships That Have Gone Down At Sea When Heaven Was All Tranquillity.

No One Ever Regarded The First Of January With Indifference.

Go Where Glory Waits Thee! But While Fame Elates Thee, Oh, Still Remember Me!

Not If I Know Myself At All.

All, All Are Gone, The Old Familiar Faces.