Your young white, who gathers his learning from books and can measure what he knows by the page, may conceit that his knowledge, like his legs, outruns that of his fathers’, but, where experience is the master, the scholar is made to know the value of years, and respects them accordingly.
History, like love, is so apt to surround her heroes with an atmosphere of imaginary brightness.
Every trail has its end, and every calamity brings its lesson!