Without the perfect sympathy with the animals around them, no gentleman's education, no Christian education, could be of any possible use.

Not without design does God write the music of our lives. Be it ours to learn the time, and not be discouraged at the rests. If we say sadly to ourselves, "There is no music in a rest," let us not forget " there is the making of music in it." The making of music is often a slow and painful process in this life. How patiently God works to teach us! How long He waits for us to learn the lesson!

Anything which elevates the mind is sublime. Greatness of matter, space, power, virtue or beauty, are all sublime.

The truth of Nature is a part of the truth of God; to him who does not search it out, darkness; to him who does, infinity.

As in the instances of alchemy, astrology, witchcraft, and other such popular creeds, political economy, has a plausible idea at the root of it.

Though nature is constantly beautiful, she does not exhibit her highest powers of beauty constantly, for then they would satiate us and pall upon our senses. It is necessary to their appreciation that they should be rarely shown. Her finest touches are things which must be watched for; her most perfect passages of beauty are the most evanescent.

Imperfection is in some sort essential to all that we know in life.