A man who attempts to read all the new productions must do as the flea does,--skip.

Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.

To know her was to love her.

Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head.

Gentle to others, to himself severe.

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

Then never less alone than when alone.