Still we live meanly like ants, though the fable tells us we were long ago changed into men.

They will wait, well disposed, for others to remedy evil, that they may no longer have have it to regret.

When a soldier is hit by a cannonball, rags are as becoming as purple.

The hawk is aerial brother of the wave which he sails over and surveys, those his perfect air-inflated wings answering to the elemental unfledged pinions of the sea.

Concord River is remarkable for the gentleness of its current, which is scarcely perceptible, and some have referred to its influence the proverbial moderation of the inhabitants of Concord, as exhibited in the Revolution, and on later occasions.

Nay, be a Columbus to whole new continents and worlds within you, opening new channels, not of trade, but of thought.

The best books are not read even by those who are called good readers. What does our Concord culture amount to? There is in this town, with a very few exceptions, no taste for the best or for very good books even in English literature, whose words all can read and spell.