The Sweeter Sound Of Woman's

A System In Which The Two Great Commandments Are To Hate Your Neighbor And To Love Your Neighbor's Wife.

Language, The Machine Of The Poet, Is Best Fitted For His Purpose In Its Rudest State. Nations, Like Individuals, First Perceive, And Then Abstract. They Advance From Particular Images To General Terms. Hence The Vocabulary Of An Enlightened Society Is Philosophical, That Of A Half-civilized People Is Poetical.

The Best Portraits Are Perhaps Those In Which There Is A Slight Mixture Of Caricature; And We Are Not Certain That The Best Histories Are Not Those In Which A Little Of The Exaggeration Of Fictitious Narrative Is Judiciously Employed. Something Is Lost In Accuracy; But Much Is Gained In Effect. The Fainter Lines Are Neglected; But The Great Characteristic Features Are Imprinted On The Mind Forever.

The Chief-justice Was Rich, Quiet, And Infamous.

With The Dead There Is No Rivalry, With The Dead There Is No Change.