There is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.

I heard a neigh. Oh, such a brisk and melodious neigh it was. My very heart leapt with the sound.

Shall we never never get rid of this Past? ... It lies upon the Present like a giant's dead body.

It is remarkable, that persons who speculate the most boldly often conform with the most perfect quietude to the external regulations of society. The thoughts alone suffice them, without investing itself in the flesh and blood of action.

Can man be so age-stricken that no faintest sunshine of his youth may re visit him once a year? It is impossible. The moss on our time-worn mansion brightens into beauty; and the good old pastor, who once dwelt here, renewed his prime and regained his boyhood in the genial breeze of his ninetieth spring. Alas for the worn and heavy soul, if, whether in youth or age, it has outlived its privilege of springtime sprightliness!

Unquestionably we do stand by our national flag as stoutly as any people in the world; and I myself have felt the heart-throb at sight of it, as sensibly as other men.

There is no greater bugbear than a strong willed relative in the circle of his own connections.