The journalist should be on his guard against publishing what is false in taste or exceptionable in morals.

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.

Christ taught an astonishing thing about physical death: not merely that it is an experience robbed of its terror but that as an experience it does not exist at all. To "sleep in Christ," like one that wraps the drapery of his couch about him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

Beautiful isles! beneath the sunset skies tall, silver-shafted palm-trees rise, between full orange-trees that shade the living colonade.

The birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art.

A herd of prairie-wolves will enter a field of melons and quarrel about the division of the spoils as fiercely and noisily as so many politicians.

Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,- The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers.