Poor little Foal of an oppressed race! I love the languid patience of thy face.

He holds him with his glittering eye, And listens like a three years' child.

The first class of readers may be compared to an hour-glass, their reading being as the sand; it runs in and runs out, and leaves not a vestige behind. A second class resembles a sponge, which imbibes everything, and returns it in nearly the same state, only a little dirtier. A third class is like a jelly-bag, which allows all that is pure to pass away, and retains only the refuse and dregs. The fourth class may be compared to the slave of Golconda, who, casting aside all that is worthless, preserves only the pure gems.

The most happy marriage I can picture or imagine to myself would be the union of a deaf man to a blind woman.

I know the Bible is inspired because it finds me at greater depths of my being than any other book.

We are now Courts of equity, and must decide the thing according to all the rights.

The curiosity of an honorable mind willingly rests there, where the love of truth does not urge it farther onward, and the love of its neighbor bids it stop; in other words, it willingly stops at the point where the interests of truth do not beckon it onward, and charity cries, Halt!