You, that have toiled during youth, to set your son upon higher ground, and to enable him to begin where you left off, do not expect that son to be what you were, - diligent, modest, active, simple in his tastes, fertile in resources. You have put him under quite a different master. Poverty educated you; wealth will educate him. You cannot suppose the result will be the same.

The most characteristic mark of a great mind is to choose some one important object, and pursue it for life.

Say not 'Good-night' but in some brighter clime, bid me 'Good-morning.'

You speak of beginning the education of your son. The moment he was able to form an idea his education was already begun. . . .

So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.

Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?

We can only love what we know.