I lately met with an old volume from a London bookshop, containing the Greek Minor Poets, and it was a pleasure to read once moreonly the words Orpheus, Linus, Musæus,--those faint poetic sounds and echoes of a name, dying away on the ears of us modern men; and those hardly more substantial sounds, Mimnermus, Ibycus, Alcæus, Stesichorus, Menander. They lived not in vain. We can converse with these bodiless fames without reserve or personality.

I found that they knew but little of the history of their race, and could be entertained by stories about their ancestors as readily as any way .

Where shall we look for standard English, but to the words of a standard man?

Do not be too moral. You may cheat yourself out of much life so. Aim above morality. Be not simply good; be good for something.

The laboring man has not leisure for a true integrity day by day.

The outward is only the outside of that which is within. Men are not concealed under habits, but are revealed by them; they are their true clothes.

My friend is one... who take me for what I am.