Indolence and stupidity are first cousins.

Opinions, theories, and systems pass by turns over the grindstone of time, which at first gives them brilliancy and sharpness, but finally wears them out.

Very nice couplet, although there are dull stretches.

It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.

The subtle sauce of malice is often indulged in by maidens of uncertain age, over their tea.

Rumor, once started, rushes on like a river, until it mingles with, and is lost in the sea.

It is a notable circumstance that mothers who are themselves open to severe comments as to their, moral character, are generally most solicitous as to the virtuous behavior of their daughters.