No Eye To Watch, And No Tongue

Oh Stay! Oh Stay! Joy So Seldom Weaves A Chain Like This To-night, That Oh 't Is Pain To Break Its Links So Soon.

Cultivate Simplicity, Coleridge.

In The Negro Countenance You Will Often Meet With Strong Traits Of Benignity. I Have Felt Yearnings Of Tenderness Towards Some Of These Faces.

An Album Is A Garden, Not For Show Planted, But Use; Where Wholesome Herbs Should Grow.

Presents, I Often Say, Endear Absents.