When twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love.

What a dead thing is a clock, with its ponderous embowelments of lead and brass, its pert or solemn dullness of communication, compared with the simple altar-like structure and silent heart-language of the old sundials! It stood as the garden god of Christian gardens. Why is it almost everywhere vanished? If its business-use be superseded by more elaborate inventions, its moral uses, its beauty, might have pleaded for its continuance.

I never knew an enemy to puns who was not an ill-natured man.

No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.

He has left off reading altogether, to the great improvement of his originality.

A child's nature is too serious a thing to admit of its being regarded as a mere appendage to another being.

The drinking man is never less himself than during his sober intervals.