In one of the Welsh counties is a small village called A-----. It is somewhat removed from the high road, and is, therefore, but little known to those luxurious amateurs of the picturesque, who view nature through the windows of a carriage and four.

The night is past,-joy cometh with the morrow.

If thou be industrious to procure wealth, be generous in the disposal of it. Man never is so happy as when he giveth happiness unto another.

If there is a virtue in the world at which we should always aim, it is cheerfulness.

Ere yet we yearn for what is out of our reach, we are still in the cradle. When wearied out with our yearnings, desire again falls asleep; we are on the death-bed.

There is no past, as long as books shall live. Books make the past our heritage and our home.

The Italians have voices like peacocks - German gives me a cold in the head - and Russian is nothing but sneezing