Kill a man's family, and he may brook it, But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.

I awoke one day to find myself famous.

It is by far the most elegant worship, hardly excepting the Greek mythology. What with incense, pictures, statues, altars, shrines, relics, and the real presence, confession, absolution, - there is something sensible to grasp at. Besides, it leaves no possibility of doubt; for those who swallow their Deity, really and truly, in transubstantiation, can hardly find any thing else otherwise than easy of digestion.

Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?

Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!

And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.