We may believe that we shall know each other's forms hereafter; and in the bright fields of the better land call the lost dead to 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 lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.

Flirtation is a circulating library, in which we seldom ask twice for the same volume.

T is the work of many a dark hour, many a prayer, to bring the heart back from an infant gone.

How like a mounting devil in the heart rules the unreined ambition.

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