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

O, when the heart is, full, when bitter thoughts come crowding thickly up for utterance, and the poor common words of courtesy are such a very mockery, how much the bursting heart may pour itself in prayer!

Gentleness is the great point to be obtained in the study of manners.

The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune fitfully on the skylight, and the shade of the fast-flying clouds across my book passed with delicate change.

It is godlike to unloose the spirit, and forget yourself in thought.

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.

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