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

There is no accounting for tastes.

When the mind has once begun to yield to the weakness of superstition, trifles impress it with the force of conviction.

If the weak hand, that has recorded this tale, has, by its scenes, beguiled the mourner of one hour of sorrow, or, by its moral, taught him to sustain it - the effort, however humble, has not been vain, nor is the writer unrewarded.

How strange it is, that a fool or knave, with riches, should be treated with more respect by the world, than a good man, or a wise man in poverty!

What are riches - grandeur - health itself, to the luxury of a pure conscience, the health of the soul; - and what the sufferings of poverty, disappointment, despair - to the anguish of an afflicted one!

There is some magic in wealth, which can thus make persons pay their court to it, when it does not even benefit themselves.