When true friends meet in adverse hour; 'Tis like a sunbeam through a shower. A watery way an instant seen, The darkly closing clouds between.

God forgive me for having thought it possible that a schoolmaster could be out and out a rational being.

Cats are a mysterious kind of folk.

Dear to me is my bonnie white steed; Oft has he helped me at pinch of need.

Wounds sustained for the sake of conscience carry their own balsam with the blow.

True love's the gift which God has given to man alone beneath the heaven.

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