The hushed winds their Sabbath keep.

He [William Henry Harrison] did not live long enough to prove his incapacity for the office of President.

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.

A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.

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

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

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