There is certainly something in angling that tends to produce a serenity of the mind.

Poetry is evidently a contagious complaint.

Marriage is the torment of one, the felicity of two, the strife and enmity of three.

I value this delicious home-feeling as one of the choicest gifts a parent can bestow.

A mother is the truest friend we have when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity.

They who drink beer will think beer.

It is almost startling to hear this warning of departed time sounding among the tombs, and telling the lapse of the hour, which, like a billow, has rolled us onward towards the grave.