Cut off my head, and singular I am, Cut off my tail, and plural I appear; Although my middle's left, there's nothing there! What is my head cut off? A sounding sea; What is my tail cut off? A rushing river; And in their mingling depths I fearless play, Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.

The history of nations, in the sense in which I use the word, is often best studied in works not professedly historical.

To be a really good historian is perhaps the rarest of intellectual distinctions.

Such night in England ne'er had been, nor ne'er again shall be.

No man who is correctly informed as to the past will be disposed to take a morose or desponding view of the present.

Our judgment ripens; our imagination decays. We cannot at once enjoy the flowers of the Spring of life and the fruits of its Autumn.

The Orientals have another word for accident; it is "kismet,"--fate.