At last the anchor was up, the sails were set, and off we glided. It was a sharp, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor.

...The silent reminiscence of hardships departed, is sweeter than the presence of delight.

In some things, we Americans leave to other countries the carrying out of the principle that stands at the head of our Declaration of Independence.

Surrounded as we are by the wants and woes of our fellow-men, and yet given to follow our own pleasures, regardless of their pains, are we not like people sitting up with a corpse, and making merry in the house of the dead?

That great America on the other side of the sphere, Australia.

It is well known, that the best productions of the best human intellects, are generally regarded by those intellects as mere immature freshman exercises, wholly worthless in themselves, except as initiatives for entering the great University of God after death.

Truth is ever incoherent, and when the big hearts strike together, the concussion is a little stunning.