But never yet the dog our country fed, Betrayed the kindness or forgot the bread.

Ask any school-boy up to the age of fifteen where he would spend his holidays. Not one in five hundred will say, "In the streets of London," if you give him the option of green fields and running waters. It is, then, a fair presumption that there must be something of the child still in the character of the men or the women whom the country charms in maturer as in dawning life.

He who esteems trifles for themselves is a trifler; he who esteems them for the conclusions to be drawn from them, or the advantage to which they can be put, is a philosopher.

Poverty is relative, and, therefor not ignoble.

The circle of life is cut up into segments. All lines are equal if they are drawn from the centre and touch the circumference.

Fate whirls on the bark, and the rough gale sweeps from the rising tide the lazy calm of thought.

Trees that, like the poplar, lift upward all their boughs, give no shade and no shelter, whatever their height. Trees the most lovingly shelter and shade us, when, like the willow, the higher soar their summits, the lower drop their boughs.