Happiness Lies, First Of All, In Health.

Anger, Even When It Punishes The Faults Of Delinquents, Ought Not To Precede Reason As Its Mistress, But Attend As A Handmaid At The Back Of Reason, To Come To The Front When Bidden. For Once It Begins To Take Control Of The Mind, It Calls Just What It Does Cruelly.

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.

The New Year Begins In A Snow-storm Of White Vows.

A Man's Country Is Not A Certain Area Of Land, Of Mountains, Rivers, And Woods, But It Is A Principle: And Patriotism Is Loyalty To That Principle. In Poetic Minds And In Popular Enthusiasm This Feeling Becomes Closely Associated With The Soil And The Symbols Of The Country. But The Secret Sanctification Of The Soil And The Symbol Is The Idea Which They Represent, And This Idea The Patriot Worships Through The Name And The Symbol, As A Lover Kisses With Rapture The Glove Of His Mistress And Wears A Lock Of Her Hair Upon His Heart.

Stratagem Is The Right Hand Of Cunning.