Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.

The press, important as is its office, is but the servant of the human intellect, and its ministry is for good or for evil, according to the character of those who direct it. The press is a mill which grinds all that is put into its hopper. Fill the hopper with poisoned grain, and it will grind it to meal, but there is death in the bread.

Follow thou thy choice.

Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.

Poetry is the eloquence of verse.

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.

Eloquence is the poetry of prose.