I Have A Great Confidence In The

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.

O Music! Miraculous Art! A Blast Of Thy Trumpet And Millions Rush Forward To Die; A Peal Of Thy Organ And Uncounted Nations Sink Down To Pray.

The English Nation Is Never So Great As In Adversity.

Fame Has Eagle Wings, And Yet She Mounts Not So High As Man's Desires.

We Are All Born For Love. It Is The Principle Of Existence, And Its Only End.