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!

A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.

Romance and poetry, ivy, lichens and wallflowers need ruin to make them grow.

Let the black flower blossom as it may!

Would Time but await the close of our favorite follies, we should all be young men, all of us, and until Doom's Day.

There is evil in every human heart, which may remain latent, perhaps, through the whole of life; but circumstances may rouse it to activity.

The heart of true womanhood knows where its own sphere is, and never seeks to stray beyond it!