There was one species of despotism under which he had long groaned, and that was petticoat government.

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

He who would greatly deserve must greatly dare.

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

The Indians with surprise found the mouldering trees of their forests suddenly teeming with ambrosial sweet; and nothing, I am told, can exceed the greedy relish with which they banquet for the first time upon this unbought luxury of the wilderness.

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.

The natural effect of sorrow over the dead is to refine and elevate the mind.