Glory, Built On Selfish Principles, Is Shame

Tis Providence Alone Secures In Every Change Both Mine And Yours.

Did Charity Prevail, The Press Would Prove A Vehicle Of Virtue, Truth, And Love.

Give What Thou Canst, Without Thee We Are Poor; And With Thee Rich, Take What Thou Wilt Away.

The Mind, Relaxing Into Needful Sport, Should Turn To Writers Of An Abler Sort, Whose Wit Well Managed, And Whose Classic Style, Give Truth A Lustre, And Make Wisdom Smile.

Our Love Is Principle, And Has Its Root In Reason, Is Judicious, Manly, Free.