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.

'Mind and matter,' said the lady in the wig, 'glide swift into the vortex if immensity. Howls the sublime, and softly sleeps the calm Ideal, in the whispering chambers of Imagination.'

Loves and Cupids took to flight afraid, and Martyrdom had no such torment in its painted history of suffering.

It is because I think so much of warm and sensitive hearts, that I would spare them from being wounded.

A new heart for a New Year, always!

"It's nothing," returned Mrs Chick. "It's merely change of weather. We must expect change."

Being that rare sort of old girl that she receives Good to her arms without a hint that it might be Better and catches light from any little spot of darkness near her.