Who first invented work, and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down . . . . To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood? . . . . Sabbathless Satan!

Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.

Don't introduce me to that man! I want to go on hating him, and I can't hate a man whom I know.

I give thee all,-I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee.

Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.

O money, money, how blindly thou hast been worshipped, and how stupidly abused! Thou are health and liberty and strength, and he that has thee may rattle his pockets at the foul fiend!

I have been trying all my life to like Scotchmen, and am obliged to desist from the experiment in despair.