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To Follow Foolish Precedents, And Wink With Both Our Eyes, Is Easier Than To Think.

The Things That Mount The Rostrum With A Skip, And Then Skip Down Again, Pronounce A Text, Cry Hem; And Reading What They Never Wrote Just Fifteen Minutes, Huddle Up Their Work, And With A Well-bred Whisper Close The Scene!

What Is There In The Vale Of Lifehalf So Delightful As A Wife;when Friendship, Love And Peace Combineto Stamp The Marriage-bond Divine?

Far Happier Are The Dead Methinks Than They Who Look For Death And Fear It Every Day.

Did Charity Prevail, The Press Would Prove A Vehicle Of Virtue, Truth, And Love.