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.

What's money without happiness?

Jewelry and profuse ornaments are unmistakable evidences of vulgarity.

The food of hope is meditative action.

When the soul communes with itself the lip is silent.

There is nothing so agonizing to the fine skin of vanity as the application of a rough truth.

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.