And if unhappy in her love, her heart is like some fortress that has been captured, and sacked, and abandoned, and left desolate.

There is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living.

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.

Villainy wears many masks; none so dangerous as the mask of virtue.

There are certain half-dreaming moods of mind in which we naturally steal away from noise and glare, and seek some quiet haunt where we may indulge our reveries and build our air castles undisturbed.

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

Small minds are subdued by misfortunes, greater minds overcome them.