The slanders of the pen pierce to the heart; they rankle longest in the noblest spirits; they dwell ever present in the mind and render it morbidly sensitive to the most trifling collision.

There is a majestic grandeur in tranquillity.

There are moments of mingled sorrow and tenderness, which hallow the caresses of affection.

Marriage is the torment of one, the felicity of two, the strife and enmity of three.

A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.

He who wins a thousand common hearts is entitled to some renown; but he who keeps undisputed sway over the heart of a coquette is indeed a hero.

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