...If you do not take it up with you in some way, I shall be under the necessity of breaking your head with this shovel

To be thoroughly conversant with Man’s heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of Despair

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.

We gave him a hearty welcome, for there was nearly half as much of the entertaining as of the contemptible about the man.

The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis. We appreciate them only in their effects. We know of them, among other things, that they are always to their possessor, when inordinately possessed, a source of the liveliest enjoyment.

In the Heaven's above, the angels, whispering to one another, can find, among their burning terms of love, none so devotional as that of 'Mother.