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

The plainest case in many words entangling.

Half-uttered praise is to the curious mind, as to the eye half-veiled beauty is, more precious than the whole.

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

Still on it creeps, Each little moment at another's heels, Till hours, days, years, and ages are made up Of such small parts as these, and men look back Worn and bewilder'd, wondering how it is.

A good man's prayers will from the deepest dungeon climb heaven's height, and bring a blessing down.

I wish I were with some of the wild people that run in the woods, and know nothing about accomplishments!