Death’s but one more to-morrow

The first thing to be done by a biographer in estimating character is to examine the stubs of his victim's cheque-books.

Up anchor! Up anchor! Set sail and away! The ventures of dreamland Are thine for a day.

When youth was lord of my unchallenged fate, And time seemed but the vassal of my will, I entertained certain guests of state— The great of older days.

I must have told my story ill if to every physician who hears me its illustrations have not the invigorating force of moral tonics.

But see! the pains begin to fly; Tho’ Venus bled she could not die: See the new phœnix point her eyes, And lovelier from her ashes rise.

Brighter from her disease she shines, As fire the precious gold refines. Thus when the silent grave becomes Pregnant with life as fruitful wombs; When the wide seas and spacious earth Resign us to our second birth;