April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet.

Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

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

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

Parents and children cannot be to each other, as husbands with wives and wives with husbands. Nature has separated them by an almost impassable barrier of time; the mind and the heart are in quite a different state at fifteen and forty.

It is remarkable what fine hands men of genius write, even when they are as awkward in all other uses of the hand as a cow with a musket.

February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again.