It ever is the marked propensity of restless and aspiring minds to look into the stretch of dark futurity.

A willing heart adds feather to the heel.

He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for other's good, is a poor, frozen churl.

This will be triumph! This will be happiness! Yea, that very thing, happiness, which I have been pursuing all my life, and have never yet overtaken.

If my heart were not light, I would die.

Oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat, Just parted from the shore, And to the fisher's chorus-note Soft moves the dipping oar.

It is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man. . .