Blessings may appear under the shape of pains, losses and disappointments; but let him have patience, and he will see them in their proper figures. - Joseph Addison

There is nothing more requisite in business than dispatch.

When time itself shall be no more, And all things in confusion hurl'd, Music shall then exert it's power, And sound survive the ruins of the world: Then saints and angels shall agree In one eternal jubilee: All Heaven shall echo with their hymns divine, And God himself with pleasure see The whole creation in a chorus join.

Let echo, too, perform her part, Prolonging every note with art; And in a low expiring strain, Play all the concert o'er again.