Englishmen Are Said To Love

The Well Taught Philosophic Mind To All Compassion Gives; Casts Round The World An Equal Eye, And Feels For All That Lives.

You Speak Of Beginning The Education Of Your Son. The Moment He Was Able To Form An Idea His Education Was Already Begun. . . .

We Neither Laugh Alone, Nor Weep Alone, Why Then Should We Pray Alone?

Child Of Mortality, Whence Comest Thou? Why Is Thy Countenance Sad, And Why Are Thine Eyes Red With Weeping?

And When Midst Fallen London, They Survey The Stone Where Alexander's Ashes Lay, Shall Own With Humbled Pride The Lesson Must By Time's Slow Finger Written In The Dust.