Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray, Each in the other melting.

Kitten is in the animal world what the rosebud is in the garden; the one the most beautiful of all young creatures, the other the loveliest of all opening flowers.

The grave is but the threshold of eternity. What a world were this, how unendurable its weight, If they whom death hath sundered, did not meet again!

The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.

Where Washington hath left His awful memory A light for after times!

To a resolute mind, wishing to do is the first step toward doing. But if we do not wish to do a thing it becomes impossible.

From its fountains In the mountains, Its rills and its gills; Through moss and through brake, It runs and it creeps For awhile till it sleeps In its own little Lake. And thence at departing, Awakening and starting, It runs through the reeds And away it proceeds, Through meadow and glade, In sun and in shade, And through the wood-shelter, Among crags in its flurry, Helter-skelter, Hurry-scurry.