I saw, in looking over Cooper, elements of a comet of 1825 which resemble what I get out for this, from my own observations, but I cannot rely upon my own.

I am always the better for open-air breathing, and was certainly meant for the wandering life of the Indian.

But why look back at all? Why turn your eyes to your shadow, when, by looking upward, you see your rainbow in the same direction?

I am just learning to notice the different colors of the stars, and already begin to have a new enjoyment.

Women, more than men, are bound by tradition and authority. What the father, the brother, the doctor, and the minister have said has been received undoubtingly. Until women throw off this reverence for authority they will not develop.

There is something of the same pleasure in noticing the hues of the stars that there is in looking at a flower garden in autumn.

Besides learning to see, there is another art to be learned - not to see what is not.