Oh! she was good as she was fair. None-none on earth above her! As pure in thought as angels are, To know her was to love her..

I lived to write, and wrote to live..

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please..

Almost all men are over anxious. No sooner do they enter the world than they lose that taste for natural and simple pleasures so remarkable in early ….