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Devotees Of Grammatical Studies Have Not Been Distinguished For Any Very Remarkable Felicities Of Expression

Health, Longevity, Beauty, Are Other Names For Personal Purity; And Temperance Is The Regimen For All.

Science Has Grown Frightfully Audacious In These Days -- Swift-footed, Ponderous, Careering Over Her Iron Ways With Unslacking Pace. This Rampant Dragon, On Which I Am Mounted, See How He Bends His Once Stiff Neck To His Rider, Champing His Checked Bit And Pawing The Dust, Impatient To Leap Around The Globe. Genius Is Prescient, Foresees Its Own Might. Man Is Striving Through These Iron-ribbed, Steam-sped Hippogriffs, To Recover His Lost Ubiquity And Omnipotence, And Threatens Soon To Grasp In His Ample Palm, And Fix With Flaming Eye-ball, The Elemental Forces!

The Finer Literature, Indeed, Is Characterized By A Certain Suffusion Of The Feminine Flavor, The Finer, The More Ideal, Thought Plumed With Sentiment; Even Science Loves To Spring From Its Feet, Philosophy Affect The Clouds To Inspire And Edify.

One Must Be Rich In Thought And Character To Owe Nothing To Books, Though Preparation Is Necessary To Profitable Reading; And The Less Reading Is Better Than More;--book-struck Men Are Of All Readers Least Wise, However Knowing Or Learned.