Ah! gracious Heaven gives us eyes to see our own wrong, however dim age may make them; and knees not too stiff to kneel, in spite of years, cramp, and rheumatism.

It is only hope which is real, and reality is a bitterness and a deceit.

He who meanly admires a mean thing is a snob--perhaps that is a safe definition of the character.

Next to the very young, I suppose the very old are the most selfish.

Follow your honest convictions and be strong.

The death of a child occasions a passion of grief and frantic tears, such as your end, brother reader, will never inspire.

Oh, brother wearers of motley, are there not moments when one grows sick of grinning and trembling and the jingling of cap and bells?