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

Some noble spirits mistake despair for content.

The night is made for tenderness,--so still that the low whisper, scarcely audible, is heard like music,--and so deeply pure that the fond thought is chastened as it springs and on the lip made holy.

The Italians say that a beautiful woman by her smiles draws tears from our purse.

Pitch a lucky man into the Nile, says the Arabian proverb, and he will come up with a fish in his mouth!

I have unlearned contempt; it is a sin that is engendered earliest in the soul, and doth beset it like a poison worm feeding on all its beauty.

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