There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.

The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.

Men do not avail themselves of the riches of God's grace. They love to nurse their cares, and seem as uneasy without some fret as an old friar would be without his hair girdle. They are commanded to cast their cares upon the Lord, but even when they attempt it, they do not fail to catch them up again, and think it meritorious to walk burdened.

Man is that name of power which rises above them all, and gives to every one the right to be that which God meant he should be.

Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.

You have come into a hard world. I know of only one easy place in it, and that is the grave.

So we fall asleep in Jesus. We have played long enough at the games of life, and at last we feel the approach of death. We are tired out, and we lay our heads back on the bosom of Christ, and quietly fall asleep.