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

Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.

In the earliest ages science was poetry, as in the later poetry has become science.

The opening of the first grammar school was the opening of the first trench against monopoly in Church and State.

Men! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave?

Fashion being the art of those who must purchase notice at some cheaper rate than that of being beautiful, loves to do rash and extravagant things. She must be forever new, or she becomes insipid.

Puritanism, believing itself quick with the seed of religious liberty, laid, without knowing it, the egg of democracy.