The Premises Being Thus Settled,

Remote, Unfriended, Melancholy, Slow, Or By The Lazy Scheld Or Wandering Po.

As Writers Become More Numerous, It Is Natural For Readers To Become More Indolent; Whence Must Necessarily Arise A Desire Of Attaining Knowledge With The Greatest Possible Ease.

They Say Women And Music Should Never Be Dated.

I Have Seen Her And Sister Cry Over A Book For An Hour Together, And They Said, They Liked The Book The Better The More It Made Them Cry.

Sweet Was The Sound, When Oft, At Evening's Close, Up Yonder Hill The Village Murmur Rose; There As I Passed, With Careless Steps And Slow, The Mingling Notes Came Soften'd From Below; The Swain Responsive As The Milkmaid Sung, The Sober Herd That Low'd To Meet Their Young; The Noisy Geese That Gabbled O'er The Pool, The Playful Children Just Let Loose From School; The Watch-dog's Voice That Bay'd The Whispering Wind, And The Loud Laugh That Spoke The Vacant Mind; These All In Sweet Confusion Sought The Shade, And Fill'd Each Pause The Nightingale Had Made.