Some people have a knack of putting upon you gifts of no real value, to engage you to substantial gratitude. We thank them for nothing.

It is good to love the unknown.

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.

Thus, when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks around in fear and doubt. But soon, the prospect clearing, By cloudless starlight on he treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds.

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

How I like to be liked, and what I do to be liked!

Merit, God knows, is very little rewarded.