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

Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.

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

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

I believe this earth on which we stand is but the vestibule to glorious mansions through which a moving crowd forever press.

Pride is a fault that great men blush not to own: it is the ennobled offspring of self-love; though, it must be confessed, grave and pompous vanity, Iike a fat plebeian in a rove of office, does very often assume its name.

O mysterious Night! thou art not silent; many tongues halt thou.