Still Are The Thoughts To

The Paths Of Virtue, Though Seldom Those Of Worldly Greatness, Are Always Those Of Pleasantness And Peace.

'tis An Old Tale, And Often Told; But Did My Fate And Wish Agree, Ne'er Had Been Read, In Story Old, Of Maiden True Betray'd For Gold, That Loved, Or Was Avenged, Like Me!

What Is A Diary As A Rule? A Document Useful To The Person Who Keeps It. Dull To The Contemporary Who Reads It And Invaluable To The Student, Centuries Afterwards, Who Treasures It.

In Prosperous Times I Have Sometimes Felt My Fancy And Powers Of Language Flag, But Adversity Is To Me At Least A Tonic And Bracer.

Who, Noteless As The Race From Which He Sprung, Saved Others' Names, But Left His Own Unsung.