We often praise the evening clouds, And tints so gay and bold, But seldom think upon our God, Who tinged these clouds with gold.

Those who are too idle to read, save for the purpose of amusement, may in these works acquire some acquaintance with history, which, however inaccurate, is better than none.

Time rolls his ceaseless course.

It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we are doing our duty.

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?

Every hour has its end.

If you keep a thing seven years, you are sure to find a use for it.