The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the courtyard. But, the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with red upon it that the sun had never give, and would never take away.

The water of the fountain ran, the swift river ran, the day ran into evening, so much life in the city ran into death according to rule, time and tide waited for no man, the rats were sleeping close together in their dark holes again, the Fancy Ball was lighted up at supper, all things ran their course.

Of little worth as life is when we misuse it, it is worth that effort. It would cost nothing to lay down if it were not.

Nothing is discovered without God's intention and assistance, and I suppose every new knowledge of His works that is conceded to man to be distinctly a revelation by which men are to guide themselves.

Them which is of other naturs thinks different.

Cheerfulness and contentment are great beautifiers, and are famous preservers of good looks.

Surprises, like misfortunes, seldom come alone.