Oh That The Desert Were

When Falls The Coliseum, Rome Shall Fall; And When Rome Falls--the World.

I Loved My Country, And I Hated Him.

It Has Been Said That The Immortality Of The Soul Is A Grand Peut-tre -but Still It Is A Grand One. Everybody Clings To It -the Stupidest, And Dullest, And Wickedest Of Human Bipeds Is Still Persuaded That He Is Immortal.

Oh Who Can Tell, Save He Whose Heart Hath Tried.

A Sort Of Hostile Transaction, Very Necessary To Keep The World Going, But By No Means A Sinecure To The Parties Concerned.