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Virtue, Without The Graces, Is Like A Rich Diamond Unpolished--it Hardly Looks Better Than A Common Pebble; But When The Hand Of The Master Rubs Off The Roughness, And Forms The Sides Into A Thousand Brilliant Surfaces, It Is Then That We Acknowledge Its Worth, Admire Its Beauty, And Long To Wear It In Our Bosoms.

He That Easily Believes Rumors Has The Principle Within Him To Augment Rumors. It Is Strange To See The Ravenous Appetite With Which Some Devourers Of Character And Happiness Fix Upon The Sides Of The Innocent And Unfortunate.

Dr. Johnson Has Said That The Chief Glory Of A Country Arises From Its Authors. But Then That Is Only As They Are Oracles Of Wisdom; Unless They Teach Virtue, They Are More Worthy Of A Halter Than Of The Laurel.

How Different Is The Ready Hand, Tearful Eye, And Soothing Voice, From The Ostentatious Appearance Which Is Called Pity.

The Only Impregnable Citadel Of Virtue Is Religion; For There Is No Bulwark Of Mere Morality, Which Some Temptation May Not Overtop Or Undermine, And Destroy.