The Beggarly Last Doit.

But Slaves That Once Conceive The Glowing Thought Of Freedom, In That Hope Itself Possess All That The Contest Calls For; Spirit, Strength, The Scorn Of Danger, And United Hearts, The Surest Presage Of The Good They Seek.

They Love The Country, And None Else, Who Seek For Their Own Sake Its Silence And Its Shade. Delights Which Who Would Leave, That Has A Heart Susceptible Of Pity, Or A Mind Cultured And Capable Of Sober Thought.

Manner Is All In All, Whate'er Is Writ,the Substitute For Genius, Sense, And Wit.

Happy The Man Who Sees A God Employed In All The Good And Ills That Checker Life.

The Only Amarantine Flower On Earth Is Virtue.