Our instructed vagrancy, which has hardly time to linger by the hedgerows, but runs away early to the tropics, and is at home with palms and banyans - which is nourished on books of travel, and stretches the theatre of its imagination to the Zambesi.

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.

"Abroad," that large home of ruined reputations.

There is no feeling, perhaps, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music,--that does not make a man sing or play the better.

Hostesses who entertain much must make up their parties as ministers make up their cabinets, on grounds other than personal liking.

It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old.

Say "I love you" to those you love. The eternal silence is long enough to be silent in, and that awaits us all.