Think what you would have been now, if instead of being fed with tales and old wives' fables in childhood, you had been crammed with geography and natural history!

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

It is good to love the unknown.

In the indications of female poverty there can be no disguise. No woman dresses below herself from caprice.

The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion.

Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.

Oh stay! oh stay! Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain To break its links so soon.