The tie which links mother and child is of such pure and immaculate strength as to be never violated.

Her mighty lakes, like oceans of liquid silver; her mountains with their right aerial tints; her valleys, teeming with wild fertility; her tremendous cataracts, thundering in their solitudes; her boundless plains, waving with spontaneous verdure; her brought deep rivers, rolling in solemn silence to the ocean; her trackless forests, where vegetation puts forth all its magnificence; her skies, kindling waves in the magic of the summer clouds and glorious sunshine;-no, never need an American look beyond his own country for the sublime and beautiful of natural scenery.

A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

They who drink beer will think beer.

No man knows what the wife of his bosom is until he has gone with her through the fiery trials of this world.

A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.