Never Was Flattery Lost On

Each Age Has Deemed The New-born Year The Fittest Time For Festal Cheer.

Literature Is A Great Staff, But A Very Sorry Crutch.

Who O'er The Herd Would Wish To Reign, Fantastic, Fickle, Fierce, And Vain! Vain As The Leaf Upon The Stream, And Fickle As A Changeful Dream; Fantastic As A Woman's Mood, And Fierce As Frenzy's Fever'd Blood. Thou Many-headed Monster Thing, Oh Who Would Wish To Be Thy King!

The Happy Combination Of Fortuitous Circumstances.

We Often Praise The Evening Clouds, And Tints So Gay And Bold, But Seldom Think Upon Our God, Who Tinged These Clouds With Gold.