Yea, foolish mortals, Noah's flood is not yet subsided; two thirds of the fair world it yet covers.

The grand points in human nature are the same to-day they were a thousand years ago. The only variability in them is in expression, not in feature.

We are not a nation, so much as a world; for unless we claim all the world for our sire, like Melchisedec, we are without father or mother.

The world's a ship on its voyage out, and not a voyage complete; and the pulpit is its prow.

If there be any thing a man might well pray against, that thing is the responsive gratification of some of the devoutest prayers of his youth.

The terrors of truth and dart of death To faith alike are vain.

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.