Hair is the most delicate and lasting of our materials, and survives us, like love. It is so light, so gentle; so escaping from the idea of death, that, with a lock of hair belonging to a child or friend, we may almost look up to heaven and compare notes with the angelic nature,--may almost say, "I have a piece of thee here not unworthy of thy being now.

The perfection of conversational intercourse is when the breeding of high life is animated by the fervor of genius.

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

Christmas is the glorious time of great Too-Much.

May exalting and humanizing thoughts forever accompany me, making me confident without pride, and modest without servility.

The last excessive feelings of delight are always grave.

The groundwork of all happiness is health.