Damn the age. I'll write for antiquity.

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!

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

A presentation copy, reader,-if haply you are yet innocent of such favours-is a copy of a book which does not sell, sent you by the author.

Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.

You may derive thoughts from others; your way of thinking, the mould in which your thoughts are cast, must be your own.

As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee. As still to the star of its worship, though clouded, The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea, So dark when I roam in this wintry world shrouded, The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee.