The most interesting thing which I heard of, in this township of Hull, was an unfailing spring, whose locality was pointed out tome on the side of a distant hill, as I was panting along the shore, though I did not visit it. Perhaps, if I should go through Rome, it would be some spring on the Capitoline Hill I should remember the longest.

Really, there is no infidelity, nowadays, so great as that which prays, and keeps the Sabbath, and rebuilds the churches. The sealer of the South Pacific preaches a truer doctrine.

A fact may blossom into a truth.

In the meanest are all the materials of manhood, only they are not rightly disposed.

What great interval is there between him who is caught in Africa and made a plantation slave of in the South, and him who is caught in New England and made a Unitarian minister of?

I am awaked almost every night by the panting of the locomotive. It interrupts my dreams. There is no sabbath.

The mass of men serve the state thus, not as men mainly, but as machines, with their bodies.