Had I Succeeded Well, I

Much Effort, Much Prosperity.

To An Old Father, Nothing Is More Sweet Than A Daughter. Boys Are More Spirited, But Their Ways Are Not So Tender.

He Who Believes Needs No Explanation.

Oh, Trebly Blest The Placid Lot Of Those Whose Hearth Foundations Are In Pure Love Laid, Where Husband's Breast With Tempered Ardor Glows, And Wife, Oft Mother, Is In Heart A Maid!

Numbers Are A Fearful Thing.