The time which passes over our heads so imperceptibly makes the same gradual change in habits, manners and character, as in personal appearance. At the revolution of every five years we find ourselves another and yet the same;--there is a change of views, and no less of the light in which we regard them; a change of motives as well as of action.

Chess is a sad waste of brains.

Mellow nuts have the hardest rind.

What skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?

Without courage there cannot be truth, and without truth there can be no other virtue.

Woman's faith and woman's trust, Write the characters in dust.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.