He gives us the very quintessence of perception,-the clearly crystalized precipitation of all that is most precious in the ferment of impression after the impertinent and obtrusive particulars have evaporated from the memory.

'T is heaven alone that is given away; 'T is only God may be had for the asking.

Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.

To be young is surely the best, if the most precarious, gift of life.

Laborin' man an' laborin' woman Hev one glory an' one shame; Ev'y thin' thet' s done inhuman Injers all on 'em the same.

The snow had begun in the gloaming, and busily all the night had been heaping field and highway with a silence deep and white.

His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle.