Yet Some There Be That By Due

Look Homeward, Angel, Now, And Melt With Ruth.

Beholding The Bright Countenance Of Truth In The Quiet And Still Air Of Delightful Studies.

Our Country Is Where Ever We Are Well Off.

Contemplation Is Wisdom's Best Nurse.

It Is For Homely Features To Keep Home,- They Had Their Name Thence; Coarse Complexions And Cheeks Of Sorry Grain Will Serve To Ply The Sampler And To Tease The Huswife's Wool. What Need A Vermeil-tinctur'd Lip For That, Love-darting Eyes, Or Tresses Like The Morn?