Nature eschews regular lines; she does not shape her lines by a common model. Not one of Eve's numerous progeny in all respects resembles her who first culled the flowers of Eden. To the infinite variety and picturesque inequality of nature we owe the great charm of her uncloying beauty.

The hope of all earnest souls must be realized.

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!

Few have borne unconsciously the spell of loveliness.

Children have neither past nor future - they rejoice in the present.

Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness His own thy will.

What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie?