Certain corpuscles, denominated Christmas Books, with the ostensible intention of swelling the tide of exhilaration, or other expansive emotions, incident upon the exodus of the old and the inauguration of the New Year.

Perhaps there is no greater test of a man's regularity and easiness of conscience than his readiness to face the postman. Blessed is he who is made happy by the sound of a rat-tat! The good are eager for it; but the naughty tremble at the sound thereof.

Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin That never has known the barber's shear, All your wish is woman to win, This is the way that boys begin. Wait till you come to Forty Year.

An intelligent wife can make her home, in spite of exigencies, pretty much what she pleases.

Is beauty beautiful, or is it only our eyes that make it so?

You, who are ashamed of your poverty, and blush for your calling, are a snob; as are you who boast of your wealth.

Life without laughing is a dreary blank.