The hushed winds their Sabbath keep.

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.

It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician.

All great poets have been men of great knowledge.

The groves were God's first temples.

There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.

Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.