God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.

It is a terrible thought, that nothing is ever forgotten; that not an oath is ever uttered that does not continue to vibrate through all times, in the wide spreading current of sound; that not a prayer is lisped, that its record is not to be found st

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

A noisy man is always in the right.

O Winter! ruler of the inverted year, . . . I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturbed Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.

Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.