With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks To lie and read in, sloping into brooks.

A friend of ours, who is an admirer of Isaac Walton, was struck, just as we were, with the likeness of the old angler's face to a fish.

A large bare forehead gives a woman a masculine and defying look. The word "effrontery" comes from it. The hair should be brought over such a forehead as vines are trailed over a wall.

Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles.

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

Cats at firesides live luxuriously and are the picture of comfort.

It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream, And times and things, as in that vision, seem Keeping along it their eternal stands.