Midnight,--strange mystic hour,--when the veil between the frail present and the eternal future grows thin.

the temperaments of children are often as oddly unsuited to parents as if capricious fairies had been filling cradles with changelings.

A man builds a house in England with the expectation of living in it and leaving it to his children; while we shed our houses in America as easily as a snail does his shell. We live a while in Boston, and then a while in New York, and then, perhaps, turn up at Cincinnati. Scarcely any body with us is living where they expect to live and die. The man that dies in the house he was born in is a wonder. There is something pleasant in the permanence and repose of the English family estate, which we, in America, know very little of.

O, because I have had only that kind of benevolence which consists in lying on a sofa, and cursing the church and clergy for not being martyrs and confessors. One can see, you know, very easily, how others ought to be martyrs.

Come down here once, and use your eyes, and you will know more than we can teach you.

Greek is the morning land of languages, and has the freshness of early dew in it which will never exhale.

So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.