The Frozen Ocean... Of Boston

The Flag Of Our Stately Battles, Not Struggles Of Wrath And Greed, Its Stripes Were A Holy Lesson, Its Spangles A Deathless Creed: 't Was Red With The Blood Of Freemen And White With The Fear Of The Foe; And The Stars That Fight In Their Courses 'gainst Tyrants Its Symbols Know.

I Am Confirmed In My Division Of Human Energies. Ambitious People Climb, But Faithful People Build.

The Language Of The Face Is Not Taught By The Schools; It Is Intuitive, And To The Observant Is Always Legible.

Many A Woman Will Pass For Elegant In A Ballroom, Or Even At A Court Drawing Room, Whose Want Of True Breeding Would Become Evident In A Chosen Company.

We, Women Of One Country, Will Be Too Tender Of Those Of Another Country To Allow Our Sons To Be Trained To Injure Theirs.