Mystery has great charms for womanhood.

The playbill, which is said to have announced the tragedy of Hamlet, the character of the Prince of Denmark being left out.

A few drops sprinkled on the torch of love make the flame blaze the brighter.

The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.

Honour is a homicide and a bloodspiller, that gangs about making frays in the street; but Credit is a decent honest man, that sits at hame and makes the pat play.

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?

O woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!