A Traveler Of Taste Will Notice That

Modesty Seldom Resides In A Breast That Is Not Enriched With Nobler Virtues.

Is It That Nature, Attentive To The Preservation Of Mankind, Increases Our Wishes To Live, While She Lessens Our Enjoyments, And As She Robs The Senses Of Every Pleasure, Equips Imag-ination In The Spoil?

This Same Philosophy Is A Good Horse In The Stable, But An Arrant Jade On A Journey.

Every Want That Stimulates The Breast Becomes A Source Of Pleasure When Redressed.

Near Yonder Thorn, That Lifts Its Head On High, Where Once The Sign-post Caught The Passing Eye, Low Lies That House Where Nut-brown Draughts Inspired, Where Graybeard Mirth And Smiling Toil Retired, Where Village Statesmen Talk'd With Looks Profound, And News Much Older Than Their Ale Went Round.