It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century.

'Tis sorrow builds the shining ladder up, Whose golden rounds are our calamities, Whereon our firm feet planting, nearer God The spirit climbs, and hath its eyes unsealed. True it is that Death's face seems stern and cold When he is sent to summon those we love; But all God's angels come to us disguised; Sorrow and sickness, poverty and death, One after another, lift their frowning masks, And we behold the Seraph's face beneath, All radiant with the Glory and the calm Of having looked upon the front of God.

It may be conjectured that it is cheaper in the long run to lift men up than to hold them down, and that the ballot in their hands is less dangerous to society than a sense of wrong is in their heads.

If I were asked what book is better than a cheap book, I should answer that there is one book better than a cheap book, - and that is a book honestly come by.

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

Moral supremacy is the only one that leaves monuments, and not ruins, behind it.

The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, and still fluttered down the snow.