Bishop Wilkins Prophesied That The Time Would

Let The Sexes Mutually Forgive Each Other Their Follies; Or, What Is Much Better, Let Them Combine Their Talents For Their General Advantage.

Our Pleasures In Literature Do Not, I Think, Decline With Age; Last 1st Of January Was My Eighty-second Birthday, And I Think That I Had As Much Enjoyment From Books As I Ever Had In My Life.

When One Illusion Vanishes, Another Shall Appear, And, Still Leading Me Forward Towards An Horizon That Retreats As I Advance, The Happy Prospect Of Futurity Shall Vanish Only With My Existence.

In Real Friendship The Judgment, The Genius, The Prudence Of Each Party Become The Common Property Of Both.

Idleness, Ennui, Noise, Mischief, Riot, And A Nameless Train Of Mistaken Notions Of Pleasure, Are Often Classed, In A Young Man's Mind, Under The General Head Of Liberty.