Men Of Cold Passions Have Quick Eyes.

Such Has Often Been My Apathy, When Objects Long Sought, And Earnestly Desired, Were Placed Within My Reach.

We Sometimes Congratulate Ourselves.

Time Flies Over Us, But Leaves Its Shadow Behind.

Many Writers Lay Very Great Stress Upon Some Definite Moral Purpose, At Which They Profess To Aim Their Works.

But She Named The Infant "pearl," As Being Of Great Price-purchased With All She Had-her Mother's Only Treasure!