Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.

Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are! From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty's war, Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains.

He is no lawyer who cannot take two sides.

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

She unbent her mind afterwards - over a book.

Mother's love grows by giving.

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.