The Happy Combination Of Fortuitous Circumstances.

Unless A Tree Has Borne Blossoms In Spring, You Will Vainly Look For Fruit On It In Autumn.

Stood For His Country's Glory Fast, And Nailed Her Colors To The Mast!

Within That Awful Volume Lies The Mystery Of Mysteries!

The Lover's Pleasure, Like That Of The Hunter, Is In The Chase, And The Brightest Beauty Loses Half Its Merit, As The Flower Its Perfume, When The Willing Hand Can Reach It Too Easily. There Must Be Doubt; There Must Be Difficulty And Danger.

Where, Where Was Roderick Then? One Blast Upon His Bugle Horn Were Worth A Thousand Men.