The race of mankind would perish did they cease to aid each other. We cannot exist without mutual help. All therefore that need aid have a right to ask it from their fellow-men; and no one who has the power of granting can refuse it without guilt.

Tears are the softening showers which cause the seed of heaven to spring up in the human heart.

Every hour has its end.

One or two of these scoundrel statesmen should be shot once a-year, just to keep the others on their good behavior.

Cats are a very mysterious kind of folk. There is always more passing in their minds than we are aware of.

There are those to whom a sense of religion has come in storm and tempest; there are those whom it has summoned amid scenes of revelry and idle vanity; there are those, too, who have heard its "still small voice" amid rural leisure and placid retirement. But perhaps the knowledge which causeth not to err is most frequently impressed upon the mind during the season of affliction.

In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying.