The Still Small Voice Is Wanted.

Friends, Books, A Garden, And Perhaps His Pen, Delightful Industry Enjoy'd At Home, An Nature, In Her Cultivated Trim Dress'ed To His Taste, Inviting Him Abroad - Can He Want Occupation Who Has These?

Truth Is The Golden Girdle Of The Globe.

It Is A Terrible Thought, That Nothing Is Ever Forgotten; That Not An Oath Is Ever Uttered That Does Not Continue To Vibrate Through All Times, In The Wide Spreading Current Of Sound; That Not A Prayer Is Lisped, That Its Record Is Not To Be Found St

Tea - The Cups That Cheer But Not Inebriate.

She That Asks Her Dear Five Hundred Friends, Contemns Them All, And Hates Their Coming.