Where one person shapes their life by precept and example, there are a thousand who have shaped it by impulse and circumstances.

And blessed are the horny hands of toil.

Again, now, now, again Plashes the rain in heavy gouts, The crinkled lightning Seems ever brightening... And loud and long Again the thunder shouts His battle-song, - One quivering flash, One wildering crash, Followed by silence dead and dull, As if the cloud, let go, Leapt bodily below To whelm the earth in one mad overthrow, And then a total lull.

Over all life broods Poesy, like the calm blue sky with its motherly, rebuking face. She is the great reformer, and where the love of her is strong and healthy, wickedness and wrong cannot long prevail.

Men have their intellectual ancestry, and the likeness of some one of them is forever unexpectedly flashing out in the features of a descendant, it may be after a gap of several centuries. In the parliament of the present every man represents a constituency of the past.

The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.

He who is firmly seated in authority soon learns to think security, and not progress, the highest lesson in statecraft.