LONGING FOR SOLITUDE.

Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilderness,

Some boundless contiguity of shade,

Where rumor of oppression and deceit,

Might never reach me more! my ear is pain'd,

My soul is sick, with every day's report

Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is fill'd.

--_Cowper._

1811

_Something._--To do something, however small, to make others happier and

better, is the highest ambition, the most elevating hope, which can

inspire a human being.

--_Lord Avebury._

1812

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