Every New Englander might easily raise all his own breadstuffs in this land of rye and Indian corn, and not depend on distant andfluctuating markets for them. Yet so far are we from simplicity and independence that, in Concord, fresh and sweet meal is rarely sold in the shops, and hominy and corn in a still coarser form are hardly used by any.

Shall a man go and hang himself because he belongs to the race of pygmies, and not be the biggest pygmie that he can? Let everyone mind his own business, and endeavor to be what he was made

For the most part we allow only outlying and transient circumstances to make our occasions. They are, in fact, the cause of our distraction.

The silence sings. It is musical. I remember a night when it was audible. I heard the unspeakable.

At present our only true names are nicknames.

I have always endeavored to acquire strict business habits; they are indispensable to every man. If your trade is with the Celestial Empire, then some small counting house on the coast, in some Salem harbor, will be fixture enough.

Some simple dishes recommend themselves to our imaginations as well as palates.