The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced.
The natural effect of sorrow over the dead is to refine and elevate the mind.
Poetry is evidently a contagious complaint.
Every antique farm-house and moss-grown cottage is a picture.
I have often had occasion to remark the fortitude with which women sustain the most overwhelming reverses of fortunes.
There is certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in traveling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place.