One act of beneficence, one act of real usefulness, is worth all the abstract sentiment in the world.

It is dismal coming home, when there is nobody to welcome one!

Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns, And as the portal opens to receive me, A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts Tells of a nameless deed.

At first a small line of inconceivable splendour emerged on the horizon, which, quickly expanding, the sun appeared in all of his glory, unveiling the whole face of nature, vivifying every colour of the landscape, and sprinkling the dewy earth with glittering light.

There are some few instances in which it is virtuous to disobey.

Sentiment is a disgrace, instead of an ornament, unless it lead us to good actions.

He loved the soothing hour, when the last tints of light die away; when the stars, one by one, tremble through æther, and are reflected on the dark mirror of the waters; that hour, which, of all others, inspires the mind with pensive tenderness, and often elevates it to sublime contemplation.