In Solitude, When We Are Least Alone.

Men Love In Haste, But They Detest At Leisure.

Know Ye Not Who Would Be Free Themselves Must Strike The Blow? By Their Right Arms The Conquest Must Be Wrought?

Come What May, I Have Been Blest.

Oh Who Can Tell, Save He Whose Heart Hath Tried.

What Opposite Discoveries We Have Seen! (signs Of True Genius, And Of Empty Pockets.) One Makes New Noses, One A Guillotine, One Breaks Your Bones, One Sets Them In Their Sockets; But Vaccination Certainly Has Been A Kind Antithesis To Congreve's Rockets.