The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.

Difficulty is the nurse of greatness.

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

Adversity is the nurse of greatness which roughly rocks her patients back to health.

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

Yet will that beauteous image make The dreary sea less drear And thy remembered smile will wake The hope that tramples fear

Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook.