There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that trancends all other affections of the heart
Washington IrvingThere is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living.
Washington IrvingThe dance, like most dances after supper, was a merry one; some of the older folks joined in it, and the squire himself figured down several couple with a partner, with whom he affirmed he had danced at every Christmas for nearly half a century.
Washington Irving