Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter... Nearer and nearer rolls the thunder-clap, - You can hear the quick heart of the tempest beat.... Look! look! that livid flash! And instantly follows the rattling thunder, As if some cloud-crag, split asunder, Fell, splintering with a ruinous crash, On the Earth, which crouches in silence under; And now a solid gray wall of rain Shuts off the landscape, mile by mile.

Toward no crimes have men shown themselves so cold- bloodedly cruel as in punishing differences of belief.

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

He gives only the worthless gold who gives from a sense of duty.

There is something solid and doughty in the man that can rise from defeat, the stuff of which victories are made in due time, when we are able to choose our position better, and the sun is at our back.

Old events have modern meanings; only that survives of past history which finds kindred in all hearts and lives.

Our American republic will endure only as long as the ideas of the men who founded it continue dominant.