Malice Blunts The Point Of Wit.

Duty, Though Set About By Thorns, May Still Be Made A Staff Supporting Even While It Tortures. Cast It Away, And, Like The Prophet's Wand, It Changes To A Snake.

What A Fine-looking Thing Is War! Yet, Dress It As We May, Dress And Feather It, Daub It With Gold, Huzza It, And Sing Swaggering Songs About It,--what Is It, Nine Times Out Of Ten, But Murder In Uniform!

Wit, Like Money, Bears An Extra Value When Rung Down Immediately It Is Wanted. Men Pay Severely Who Require Credit.

A Piece Of Simple Goodness--a Letter Gushing From The Heart; A Beautiful Unstudied Vindication Of The Worth And Untiring Sweetness Of Human Nature--a Record Of The Invulnerability Of Man, Armed With High Purpose, Sanctified By Truth.

Modesty Is A Bright Dish-cover, Which Makes Us Fancy There Is Something Very Nice Underneath It.