The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.

The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.

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.

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

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

The value of life deepens incalculably with the privileges of travel.

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.