A Portrait.
Even now, at three score years, that which forms the basis, or constitutes the soul of all true beauty was but little abated in her countenance; dignified graciousness of aspect, added to a gentle and lovely deportment.
A Key to the Thoughts.
En marchant les gens qui pensent au passé regardent la terre, les gens qui pensent à l’avenir regardent au ciel, les gens qui pensent au présent regardent devant eux, les gens qui regardent du coté et d’autre ne pensent à rien.
Thought.
Cato, as his aphorisms inform us, never repented but of two things, and the one was that he went a journey by sea when he might have gone by land.