To Occupy An Inch Of Dusty Shelf-to

How We Delight To Build Our Recollections Upon Some Basis Of Reality,--a Place, A Country, A Local Habitation! How The Events Of Life, As We Look Back Upon Them, Have Grown Into The Well-remembered Background Of The Places Where They Fell Upon Us! Here Is Some Sunny Garden Or Summer Lane, Beautified And Canonized Forever, With The Flood Of A Great Joy; And Here Are Dim And Silent Places,--rooms Always Shadowed And Dark To Us, Whatever They May Be To Others,--where Distress Or Death Came Once, And Since Then Dwells Forevermore.

The Tie Which Links Mother And Child Is Of Such Pure And Immaculate Strength As To Be Never Violated.

It Was The Policy Of The Good Old Gentleman To Make His Children Feel That Home Was The Happiest Place In The World; And I Value This Delicious Home-feeling As One Of The Choicest Gifts A Parent Can Bestow.

There Is A Sacredness In Tears

There Is In Every True Woman's Heart, A Spark Of Heavenly Fire, Which Lies Dormant In The Broad Daylight Of Prosperity, But Which Kindles Up And Beams And Blazes In The Dark Hour Of Adversity.