Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.

We shall never learn to feel and respect our real calling and destiny, unless we have taught ourselves to consider every thing as moonshine, compared with the education of the heart.

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.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.

Good wine needs neither bush nor preface to make it welcome. And they drank the red wine through the helmet barr'd.

Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er.