There is something nobly simple and pure in a taste for the cultivation of forest trees. It argues, I think, a sweet and generous nature to have his strong relish for the beauties of vegetation, and this friendship for the hardy and glorious sons of the forest. He who plants a tree looks forward to future ages, and plants for posterity. Nothing could be less selfish than this.

Others may write from the head, but he writes from the heart, and the heart will always understand him.

Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.

Washington, in fact, had very little private life, but was eminently a public character.

After all, it is the divinity within that makes the divinity without; and I have been more fascinated by a woman of talent and intelligence, though deficient in personal charms, than I have been by the most regular beauty.

The almighty dollar, that great object of universal devotion throughout our land, seems to have no genuine devotees in these peculiar villages.

He is the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.