Mother's love grows by giving.

His voice was the most obnoxious squeak I ever was tormented with.

Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I 've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower But 't was the first to fade away. I never nurs'd a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well And love me, it was sure to die.

And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon.

I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.

New Year's Day is every man's birthday.

Of all sound of all bells... most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year.