Religious bigotry is a dull fire - hot enough to roast an ox, but with no lambent, luminous flame shooting up from it.

February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again.

January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow.

I would have any one, who really and truly has leisure and ability, make verses. I think it a more refining and happy-making occupation than any other pastime accomplishment.

Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves are whirling fast.

Life is the steam of the corporeal engine; the soul is the engineer who makes use of the steam-quickened engine.

When I read or hear of the mutual injuries of England and Ireland, I fancy it would have been a blessed thing had the sea never flowed between the two countries. Had they been all in one, surely there would have been more unity between them of interests and of feelings. But let us hope that days of peace and general enlightenment will arrive by ways past man's finding out.