That day of wrath, that dreadful day. When heaven and earth shall pass away.

The summer dawn's reflected hue To purple changed Lock Katrine blue, Mildly and soft the western breeze Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees, And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, Trembled but dimpled not for joy.

It is a great disgrace to religion, to imagine that it is an enemy to mirth and cheerfulness, and a severe exacter of pensive looks and solemn faces.

There is a vulgar incredulity, which in historical matters, as well as in those of religion, finds it easier to doubt than to examine.

Success or failure in business is caused more by the mental attitude even than by mental capacities.

Chess is a sad waste of brains.

So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like young Lochinvar.