He first selected the smallest one...and then bowed his head as though he were saying grace. Opening his mouth very wide, he struggled for a moment, after which all was over. I shall never forget the comic look of despair he cast upon the other five over-occupied shells. I asked him how he felt. 'Profoundly grateful,' he said, 'as if I had swallowed a small baby.'

The moral world has no particular objection to vice, but an insuperable repugnance to hearing vice called by its proper name.

He who meanly admires mean things is a Snob.

'No business before breakfast, Glum!' says the King. 'Breakfast first, business next.'

The two most engaging powers of an author are to make new things familiar, familiar things new.

How grateful are we--how touched a frank and generous heart is for a kind word extended to us in our pain! The pressure of a tender hand nerves a man for an operation, and cheers him for the dreadful interview with the surgeon.

Malice is of the boomerang character, and is apt to turn upon the projector.