It Is Not The Desire Of New

Order Is A Lovely Nymph, The Child Of Beauty And Wisdom; Her Attendants Are Comfort, Neatness, And Activity; Her Abode Is The Valley Of Happiness: She Is Always To Be Found When Sought For, And Never Appears So Lovely As When Contrasted With Her Opponent, Disorder.

Pain And Disease Awaken Us To Convictions Which Are Necessary To Our Moral Condition.

Their Origin Is Commonly Unknown; For The Practice Often Continues When The Cause Has Ceased, And Concerning Superstitious Ceremonies It Is In Vain To Conjecture; For What Reason Did Not Dictate, Reason Cannot Explain.

All Intellectual Improvement Arises From Leisure.

Such Seems To Be The Disposition Of Man, That Whatever Makes A Distinction Produces Rivalry.