Processions, Cavalcades, And All That Fund Of

By Every Remove I Only Drag A Greater Length Of Chain.

We Seldom Speak Of The Virtue Which We Have, But Much Oftener Of That Which We Lack.

True Generosity Is A Duty As Indispensably Necessary As Those Imposed Upon Us By The Law. It Is A Rule Imposed Upon Us By Reason, Which Should Be The Sovereign Law Of A Rational Being.

We Sometimes Had Those Little Rubs Which Providence Sends To Enhance The Value Of Its Favors.

Near Yonder Copse, Where Once The Garden Smil'd, And Still Where Many A Garden Flower Grows Wild, There, Where A Few Torn Shrubs The Place Disclose, The Village Preacher's Modest Mansion Rose. A Man He Was To All The Country Dear, And Passing Rich With Forty Pounds A Year; Remote From Town's He Ran His Godly Race, Nor E'er Had Chang'd Nor Wish'd To Change His Place; Unskilful He To Fawn, Or Seek For Power, By Doctrines Fashion'd To The Varying Hour; Far Other Aims His Heart Had Learn'd To Prize. More Bent To Raise The Wretched Than To Rise.