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.

We must remember how apt man is to extremes--rushing from credulity and weakness to suspicion and distrust.

Writers are the main landmarks of the past.

Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies.

Bright and illustrious illusions! Who can blame, who laugh at the boy, who not admire and commend him, for that desire of a fame outlasting the Pyramids by which he insensibly learns to live in a life beyond the present, and nourish dreams of a good unattainable by the senses?

Invention is nothing more than a fine deviation from, or enlargement on a fine model . . .

A pipe is the fountain of contemplation, the source of pleasure, the companion of the wise; and the man who smokes, thinks like a philosopher and acts like a Samaritan.