The most mortifying infirmity in human nature, to feel in ourselves, or to contemplate in another, is perhaps cowardice.

I am Retired Leisure. I am to be met with in trim gardens. I am already come to be known by my vacant face and careless gesture, perambulating at no fixed pace nor with any settled purpose. I walk about; not to and from.

Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years,- One minute of heaven is worth them all.

Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.

A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 'T is but black eyes and lemonade.

Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and to have nonsense respected.

How often you are irresistibly drawn to a plain, unassuming woman, whose soft silvery tones render her positively attractive! In the social circle, how pleasant it is to hear a woman talk in that low key which always characterizes the true lady. In the sanctuary of home, how such a voice soothes the fretful child and cheers the weary husband!