To Freemen, Threats Are Impotent.

Death Darkens His Eyes, And Unplumes His Wings, Yet The Sweetest Song Is The Last He Sings: Live So, My Love, That When Death Shall Come, Swan-like And Sweet It May Waft Thee Home.

These Studies Are A Spur To The Young, A Delight To The Old: An Ornament In Prosperity, A Consoling Refuge In Adversity; They Are Pleasure For Us At Home, And No Burden Abroad; They Stay Up With Us At Night, They Accompany Us When We Travel, They Are With Us In Our Country Visits.

Action Is The Language Of The Body And Should Harmonize With The Spirit Within.

Whatever That Be Which Thinks, Understands, Wills, And Acts, It Is Something Celestial And Divine.

It Is Easy To Distinguish Between The Joking That Reflects Good Breeding And That Which Is Coarse-the One, If Aired At An Apposite Moment Of Mental Relaxation, Is Becoming In The Most Serious Of Men, Whereas The Other Is Unworthy Of Any Free Person, If The Content Is Indecent Or The Expression Obscene.