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.

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

Vulgarity is more obvious in satin than in homespun.

The innocence that feels no risk and is taught no caution, is more vulnerable than guilt, and oftener assailed.

Nature has thrown a veil of modest beauty over maidenhood and moss-roses.

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.

Blessed are the joymakers.