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

Difficulty is the nurse of greatness.

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief.

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.

Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster children into strength and athletic proportion.

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

Self-interest is the most ingenious and persuasive of all the agents that deceive our consciences, while by means of it our unhappy and stubborn prejudices operate in their greatest force.