Credulity is the man's weakness, but the child's strength.

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.

Damn the age. I'll write for antiquity.

There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!

How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family's eye?

For with G. D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord.

Thus, when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks around in fear and doubt. But soon, the prospect clearing, By cloudless starlight on he treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds.