We really cannot see what equanimity there is in jerking a lacerated carp out of the water by the jaws, merely because it has no the power of making a noise; for we presume that the most philosophic of anglers would hardly delight in catching a shrieking fish.

The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear, A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves.

Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles.

Sympathizing and selfish people are alike, both given to tears.

Great women belong to history and to self-sacrifice, not to the annals of a stage, however dignified.

The most fascinating women are those that can most enrich the every day moments of existence. In a particular and attaching sense, they are those that can partake our pleasures and our pains in the liveliest and most devoted manner. Beauty is little without this; with it she is triumphant.

Anglers boast of the innocence of their pastime; yet it puts fellow-creatures to the torture. They pique themselves on their meditative faculties; and yet their only excuse is a want of thought.