The genuine remains of Ossian, or those ancient poems which bear his name, though of less fame and extent, are, in many respects,of the same stamp with the Iliad itself. He asserts the dignity of the bard no less than Homer, and in his era, we hear of no other priest than he.

So near along life's stream are the fountains of innocence and youth making fertile its sandy margin; and the voyageur will do well to replenish his vessels often at these uncontaminated sources.

Thank God, they cannot cut down the clouds!

In the unbending of the arm to do the deed there is experience worth all the maxims in the world.

How meanly and grossly do we deal with nature!

My life is like a stroll upon the beach.

To the innocent there are neither cherubim nor angels.