Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.

Call it not vain: they do not err Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.

The race of mankind would perish did they cease to aid each other. We cannot exist without mutual help. All therefore that need aid have a right to ask it from their fellow-men; and no one who has the power of granting can refuse it without guilt.

I like a highland friend who will stand by me not only when I am in the right, but when I am a little in the wrong.

A mother's pride, a father's joy.

For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of Lochinvar.

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