Certainly," quoth Athelstane, "women are the least to be trusted of all animals, monks and abbots excepted.

When a man has not a good reason for doing a thing, he has one good reason for letting it alone.

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

Perhaps the perusal of such works may, without injustice, be compared with the use of opiates, baneful, when habitually and constantly resorted to, but of most blessed power in those moments of pain and of langour, when the whole head is sore, and the whole heart sick. If those who rail indiscriminately at this species of composition, were to consider the quantity of actual pleasure it produces, and the much greater proportion of real sorrow and distress which it alleviates, their philanthropy ought to moderate their critical pride, or religious intolerance.

What a strange scene if the surge of conversation could suddenly ebb like the tide, and show us the real state of people's minds.

Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!

The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.