Treason, Which Begins By Being Cautious, Ends

Limited In His Nature, Infinite In His Desires, Man Is A Fallen God Who Remembers The Heavens.

The Loss Of A Mother Is Always Keenly Felt, Even If Her Health Be Such As To Incapacitate Her From Taking An Active Part In The Care Of The Family. She Is The Sweet Rallying-point For Affection, Obedience, And A Thousand Tendernesses. Dreary The Blank When She Is Withdrawn!

Good Manners Require Space And Time.

What Is Our Life But A Succession Of Preludes To That Unknown Song Whose First Solemn Note Is Sounded By Death?

Let Us Savour The Swift Delights Of The Most Beautiful Of Our Days!