The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.

Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.

The parson knows enough who knows a Duke.

Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,- A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.