In the hours of distress and misery, the eyes of every mortal turn to friendship; in the hours of gladness and conviviality, what is our want? It is friendship. When the heart overflows with gratitude, or with any other sweet or sacred sentiment, what is the word to which it would give utterance? A friend.

A mercantile democracy may govern long and widely; a mercantile aristocracy cannot stand.

The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.

There is delight in singing, though none hear beside the singer.

Nations, like individuals, interest us in their growth.

It is delightful to kiss the eyelashes of the beloved--is it not? But never so delightful as when fresh tears are on them.

Next in criminality to him who violates the laws of his country, is he who violates the language.