Would all, who cherish such wild wishes, but look around them, they would oftenest find their sphere of duty, of prosperity, and happiness, within those precincts, and in that station where Providence itself has cast their lot. Happy they who read the riddle without a weary world-search, or a lifetime spent in vain!

Salt is white and pure - there is something holy in salt.

The divine chemistry works in the subsoil.

A singular fact, that, when man is a brute, he is the most sensual and loathsome of all brutes.

Nervous and excitable persons need to talk a great deal, by way of letting off their steam.

A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight, now almost alighting on the earth, now whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere.

A man--poet, prophet, or whatever be may be--readily persuades himself of his right to all the worship that is voluntarily tendered.