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It is from the use, not the possession of talents, that we get on in life : the exertion of very moderate parts outweighs the indecision of the brightest. Men possessed of the first, do things tolerably, and are satisfied; of the last, forbear doing things well, because they have ideas beyond them.

Proud, ruthless man, by vengeance driven,

Regardless hears a brother plead; Regardless sees the brand of heaven,

Red quivering o'er his guilty head :

But once let woman's soothing tongue

Implore his help or clemency, Around him let her arms be flung,

Or, at his feet, her bended knee;

The world's a shadow ! vengeance sleeps!

The child of reason stands reveal'd— When beauty pleads, when woman weeps,

He is not man who scorns to yield !

Hogg.

I Ask'd of Time : to whom arose this high Majestic pile here sunk in rude decay ?

He answers not, but swifter speeds his way,

Fanning with outspread wings the boundles