And what greater calamity can fall upon a nation than the loss of worship.

Cupid is a casuist, a mystic, and a cabalist,-- Can your lurking thought surprise, And interpret your device, . . . . All things wait for and divine him,-- How shall I dare to malign him?

Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies.

Yet these uneasy pleasures and fine pains are for curiosity, and not for life.

Don't waste yourself in rejection, nor bark against the bad, but chant the beauty of the good.

Society never advances. It recedes as fast on one side as it gains on the other. It undergoes continual changes: it is barbarous, it is civilized, it is rich, it is scientific; but this change is not amelioration. For every thing that is given, something else is taken. Society acquires new arts and loses old instincts.

What new thoughts are suggested by seeing a face of country quite familiar, in the rapid movement of the rail-road car!