Oh, when a mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight?

It is not for man to rest in absolute contentment. He is born to hopes and aspirations as the sparks fly upward, unless he has brutalized his nature and quenched the spirit of immortality which is his portion.

The pulpit is a clergyman's parade; the parish is his field of active service.

All deception in the course of life is indeed nothing else but a lie reduced to practice, and falsehood passing from words into things.

Thou hast been called, O sleep, the friend of woe, But 'tis the happy that have called thee so.

What will not woman, gentle woman dare; when strong affection stirs her spirit up?

Among the poor, the approach of dissolution is usually regarded with a quiet and natural composure, which it is consolatory to contemplate, and which is as far removed from the dead palsy of unbelief as it is from the delirious raptures of fanaticism. Theirs is a true, unhesitating faith, and they are willing to lay down the burden of e weary life, in the sure and certain hope of a blessed immortality.