A father may turn his back on his child, … . but a mother's love endures through all.

Every antique farm-house and moss-grown cottage is a picture.

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

Nothing can be more touching than to behold a soft and tender female, who had been all weakness and dependence, and alive to every trivial roughness while treading the prosperous paths of life, suddenly rising in mental force to be the comforter and supporter of her husband under misfortune, and abiding with unshrinking firmness the bitterest blast of adversity.

It was the policy of the good old gentleman to make his children feel that home was the happiest place in the world; and I value this delicious home-feeling as one of the choicest gifts a parent can bestow.

The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced.

There is certainly something in angling that tends to produce a serenity of the mind.