There are moments of mingled sorrow and tenderness, which hallow the caresses of affection.

The youthful freshness of a blameless heart.

The 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.

Those men are most apt to be obsequious and conciliating abroad, who are under the discipline of shrews at home.

Villainy wears many masks; none so dangerous as the mask of virtue.

The love of a mother is never exhausted. It never changes - it never tires - it endures through all; in good repute, in bad repute. In the face of the world's condemnation, a mother's love still lives on.

Nature seems to delight in disappointing the assiduities of art, with which it would rear legitimate dulness to maturity; and to glory in the vigour and luxuriance of her chance productions.