Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last; and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another, never admitting that there is a shade less honor in the second field than in the first, or in the third than in the second.

There cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so blind in its own range of circumstance and connection, as the greater majority of human beings are in the bosoms of their families

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

Who waits until the wind shall silent keep Will never find the ready hour to sow.

The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.

O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells.