Thou Knowst The Oer-eager Vehemence Of Youth,how

A Glorious Death Is His, Who For His Country Falls.

Better To Flee From Death Than Feel Its Grip.

Young People Are Thoughtless As A Rule.

A Sympathetic Friend Can Be Quite As Dear As A Brother.

Like Leaves On Trees The Race Of Man Is Found,- Now Green In Youth, Now Withering On The Ground; Another Race The Following Spring Supplies: They Fall Successive, And Successive Rise.