At present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the city. - Nathaniel Parker Willis

They are all up—the innumerable stars—
And hold their place in heaven. […]
There they stand,
Shining in order, like a living hymn
Written in light, awaking at the breath
Of the celestial dawn, and praising Him
Who made them, with the harmony of spheres.

The value of life deepens incalculably with the privileges of travel.

Let us weep in our darkness—but weep not for him!
Not for him—who, departing, leaves millions in tears!
Not for him—who has died full of honor and years!
Not for him—who ascended Fame’s ladder so high
From the round at the top he has stepp'd to the sky.