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.

A woman is seldom roused to great and courageous exertion but when something most dear to her is in immediate danger.

Heaven often smites in mercy, even when the blow is severest.

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

My day is closed! the gloom of night is come! a hopeless darkness settles over my fate.

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

Ah! happy is the man whose early lot Hath made him master of a furnish'd cot; Who trains the vine that round his window grows, And after setting sun his garden hoes; Whose wattled pails his own enclosure shield, Who toils not daily in another's field.