Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant.

Few have borne unconsciously the spell of loveliness.

God is good and God is light In this faith I rest secure, Evil can but serve the right, Over all shall love endure.

Despair is infidelity and death.

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.

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

With our sympathy for the wrongdoer we need the old Puritan and Quaker hatred of wrongdoing; with our just tolerance of men and opinions a righteous abhorrence of sin.