Oh, wondrous power! how little understood, Entrusted to the mother's mind alone, To fashion genius, form the soul for good, Inspire a West, or train a Washington.

This is a speculating and selfish age; and to think 'money will answer all things,' is too much the characteristic of Americans.

The temple of our purest thoughts is silence.

Water is the grand epic of creation; and there is not a human soul but feels the influence of its majesty, its power, or its beauty.

Riches are always over estimated; the enjoyment they give is more in the pursuit than the possession.

There are few sensations more painful, than, in the midst of deep grief, to know that the season which we have always associated with mirth and rejoicing is at hand.

Do not, as you value the health and happiness of those who sit at your table, place before them hot leavened bread or biscuit.