the uncandid censurer always picks out the worst man of a class, and then confidently produces him as being a fair specimen of it.

What ascends up in prayer descends to us again in blessings. It is like the rain which just now fell, and which had been drawn up from the ground in vapors to the clouds before it descended from them to the earth in that refreshing shower.

Outward attacks and troubles rather fix than unsettle the Christian, as tempests from without only serve to root the oak faster; while an inward canker will gradually rot and decay it.

Luxury! more perilous to youth than storms or quicksand, poverty or chains.

Since trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs.

He who has once taken to drink can seldom be said to be guilty of one sin only.

Glory darts her soul-pervading ray on thrones and cottages, regardless still of all the artificial nice distinctions vain human customs make.