Spring is a beautiful piece of work; and not to be in the country to see it done is the not realizing what glorious masters we are, and how cheerfully, minutely, and unflaggingly the fair fingers of the season broider the world for us.

The smallest pebble in the well of truth has its peculiar meaning, and will stand when man's best monuments have passed away.

The children of the poor are so apt to look as if the rich would have been over-blest with such! Alas for the angel capabilities, interrupted so soon with care, and with after life so sadly unfulfilled.

Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart- rendered to God for his goodness.

The value of life deepens incalculably with the privileges of travel.

There is no divining-rod whose dip shall tell us at twenty what we shall most relish at thirty.

A lamp is lit in woman's eye; that souls, else lost on earth, remember angels by.