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.

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.

Ah me! the world is full of meetings such as this,--a thrill, a voiceless challenge and reply, and sudden partings after!

The taste forever refines in the study of women.

The highest triumph of art, is the truest presentation of nature.

If there is anything that keeps the mind open to angel visits, and repels the ministry of ill, it is human love.

I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.