The Birth Of A Child

Ambition Is Frequently The Only Refuge Which Life Has Left To The Denied Or Mortified Affections. We Chide At The Grasping Eye, The Daring Wing, The Soul That Seems To Thirst For Sovereignty Only, And Know Not That The Flight Of This Ambitious Bird Has Been From A Bosom Or Home That Is Filled With Ashes.

We Must Calculate Not On The Weather, Nor On Fortune, But Upon God And Ourselves. He May Fail Us In The Gratification Of Our Wishes, But Never In The Encounter With Our Exigencies.

Vanity Is So Constantly Solicitous Of Self, That Even Where Its Own Claims Are Not Interested, It Indirectly Seeks The Aliment Which It Loves, By Showing How Little Is Deserved By Others.

It Is A Bird-flight Of The Soul, When The Heart Declares Itself In Song. The Affections That Clothe Themselves With Wings Are Passions That Have Been Subdued To Virtues.

The True Law Of The Race Is Progress And Development. Whenever Civilization Pauses In The March Of Conquest, It Is Overthrown By The Barbarian.