Angling is an amusement peculiarly adapted to the mild and cultivated scenery of England

The literary world is made up of little confederacies, each looking upon its own members as the lights of the universe; and considering all others as mere transient meteors, doomed to soon fall and be forgotten, while its own luminaries are to shine steadily into immortality.

The scholar only knows how dear these silent, yet eloquent, companions of pure thoughts and innocent hours become in the season of adversity. When all that is worldly turns to dross around us, these only retain their steady value.

They who drink beer will think beer.

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

There is something nobly simple and pure in a taste for the cultivation of forest trees.

There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse.