...be sure ! But whoever heard of one ? Wordsworth somewhere in the Excursion, says : — The good cie first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket ! What, in the name of Rydal Mount, is a dry heart ? A dusty one, I can conceive of : a bachelor's...

...battle-day ? ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE. OF NEW-YORK, SEPT., 1820. " The good die first, Aud they, whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket." WORDSWORTH. GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee,...

...this door but she who dwelt within A daughter's welcome gave me, and I loved her As my own child. O, sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer duit 2N Burn to the socket. "•••'. n,:, a ,issenger Hath bless'd poor Margaret for her gentle...

...through the screen, yellow and warm, as a harvest sun. It is in its best age, and that age is ripeness. "The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Bum to the socket ! " The town clock is striking midnight. The cold of the night-wind is urging its...

...lie — how foolish are such thoughts ! Forgive them ; — never — never did my steps Approach this door but she who dwelt within A daughter's welcome...summer dust Burn to the socket. Many a passenger Hath blessed poor Margaret for her gentle looks, When she upheld the cool refreshment drawn From that forsaken...

...lie — how foolish are such thoughts ! Forgive them ; — never — never did my steps Approach this door but she who dwelt within A daughter's welcome...first,! , And they whose hearts are dry as summer dustl j / Burn to the socket. Many a passenger Hath blessed poor Margaret for her gentle looks, \ When...

...Forgive them; — never — never did my steps Approach this door, but she who dwelt within A daughters welcome gave me, and I loved her As my own child....summer dust Burn to the socket. Many a Passenger Hath blessed poor Margaret for her gentle looks, When she upheld the cool refreshment drawn From that forsaken...

...lie — how foolish are such thoughts ! Forgive them ;— never — never did my steps Approach this door but she who dwelt within A daughter's welcome...summer dust Burn to the socket. Many a passenger Hath blessed poor Margaret for her gentle looks, When she upheld the cool refreshment drawn From that forsaken...

...shall see soon. For vitality is not always a proof of inherent worth. The poet has told us : " Ah, sir, the good die first ; And they, whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket." That Paper consists of three parts. The first is the reprint of a Declaration made by Resident Members...

...Excursion :" — "The first virgin passion of a soul Communing with the glorious universe." — " Surely the good die first ! and they Whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket." — " Meek repentance, wafting wallflower scents From out the crumbling ruins of fallen pride And chambers...