charity is a calm, severe duty; it must be intellectual, to be advantageous. It is a strange mistake that it should ever be considered a merit; its fulfillment is only what we owe to each other, and is a debt never paid to its full extent.

How very satisfactory those discussions must be, where each party retains their own opinion!

Few save the poor feel for the poor.

Perhaps, from an innate desire of justification, sorrow always exaggerates itself. Memory is quite one of Job's friends; and the past is ever ready to throw its added darkness on the present.

There is no wretchedness like self-reproach.

Restraint is the golden rule of enjoyment.

One of the greatest of all mental pleasures is to have our thoughts often divined: ever entered into with sympathy.