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

Wisdom, sits alone, topmost in heaven: she is its light, its God; and in the heart of man she sits as high, though groveling minds forget her oftentimes, seeing but this world's idols.

The soul of man createth its own destiny of power; and as the trial is intenser here, his being hath a nobler strength in heaven.

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.

Some noble spirits mistake despair for content.

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

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