An Author Can Have Nothing Truly His

And It Is A Singular Truth That, Though A Man May Shake Off National Habits, Accent, Manner Of Thinking, Style Of Dress,--though He May Become Perfectly Identified With Another Nation, And Speak Its Language Well, Perhaps Better Than His Own,--yet Never Can He Succeed In Changing His Handwriting To A Foreign Style.

England Is A Domestic Country. Here The Home Is Revered And The Hearth Sacred. The Nation Is Represented By A Family,--the Royal Family,--and If That Family Is Educated With A Sense Of Responsibility And A Sentiment Of Public Duty, It Is Difficult To Exaggerate The Salutary Influence It May Exercise Over A Nation.

The Feeling Of Satiety, Almost Inseparable From Large Possessions, Is A Surer Cause Of Misery Than Ungratified Desires.

What Wonderful Things Are Events! The Least Are Of Greater Importance Than The Most Sublime And Comprehensive Speculations.

It Is The Lot Of Man To Suffer; It Is Also His Fortune To Forget. Oblivion And Sorrow Share Our Being, As Darkness And Light Divide The Course Of Time.