Age Is A Matter Of Feeling, Not

The Pride Of Ancestry Increases In The Ratio Of Distance.

It Is Not Observed In History That Families Improve With Time.

Life Is A Rich Strain Of Music, Suggesting A Realm Too Fair To Be.

It Is The Most Human And Kindly Of Seasons, As Fully Penetrated And Irradiated With The Feeling Of Human Brotherhood, Which Is The Essential Spirit Of Christianity, As The Month Of June With Sunshine And The Balmy Breath Of Roses.

Virtue Does Not Truly Reward Her Votary If She Leaves Him Sad And Half Doubtful Whether It Would Not Have Been Better To Serve Vice.