There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.

Every one of his opinions appears to himself to be written with sunbeams.

There's no repentance in the grave.

Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessing without number Gently falling on thy head.

To prevent and suppress rising resentment is wise and glorious, is manly and divine.

As a man may be eating all day, and for want of digestion is never nourished, so these endless readers may cram themselves in vain with intellectual food.

In matters of equity between man and man, our Saviour has taught us to put my neighbor in place of myself, and myself in place of my neighbor.