Books which are no books.

I toiled after it, sir, as some men toil after virtue.

My motto is: Contented with little, yet wishing for more.

The English writer, Charles Lamb, said one day: "I hate that man." "But you don't know him." "Of course, I don't," said Lamb. "Do you think I could possibly hate a man I know?"

In the Negro countenance you will often meet with strong traits of benignity. I have felt yearnings of tenderness towards some of these faces.

How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family's eye?

He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society.