How we delight to build our recollections upon some basis of reality,--a place, a country, a local habitation! how the events of life, as we look back upon them, have grown into the well-remembered background of the places where they fell upon us! Here is some sunny garden or summer lane, beautified and canonized forever, with the flood of a great joy; and here are dim and silent places,--rooms always shadowed and dark to us, whatever they may be to others,--where distress or death came once, and since then dwells forevermore.

What earnest worker, with hand and brain for the benefit of his fellowmen, could desire a more pleasing recognition of his usefulness than the monument of a tree, ever growing, ever blooming, and ever bearing wholesome fruit?

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

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

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

Those men are most apt to be obsequious and conciliating abroad, who are under the discipline of shrews at home.

A woman's whole life is a history of the affections.