Slowly departing to return no more,
He rests in holy earth with them that went before.
—Samuel Rogers.
Thou,[1] as a gallant bark from Albion's coast,
The storms all weathered, and the ocean crossed,
Shoots into port at some well-havened isle,
Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile!
There,[2] sits quiescent on the floods that show
Her beauteous form reflected clear below,
While airs impregnated with incense play
Around her fanning light, her colours gay.—Cowper.
By a process of measurement, which it is unnecessary here to explain, we have ascertained first the distance and then the magnitude of some of those bodies which roll in the firmament; that the sun, which presents itself to the eye under so diminutive a form, is really a globe exceeding many thousands of times the dimensions of the earth we inhabit; that the moon itself has the magnitude of a world.—Dr Chalmers.
I hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received, or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron which Providence has enabled me to do for myself.—Dr Samuel Johnson.
If this proposition had come before the House at the time when the grand men, the giants of the English constitution, sat in it, they would have treated it in a manner much less decorous than we shall treat it.
And there is not one single name which appears among the great men who have fought for English liberty and freedom who would not have given his vote against the
