Magnificent Promises Are Always To Be Suspected.

Such A Large Sweet Fruit Is A Complete Marriage, That It Needs A Very Long Summer To Ripen In And Then A Long Winter To Mellow And Season It.

It Seems Strange That A Butterfly's Wing Should Be Woven Up So Thin And Gauzy In The Monstrous Loom Of Nature, And Be So Delicately Tipped With Fire From Such A Gross Hand, And Rainbowed All Over In Such A Storm Of Thunderous Elements. The Marvel Is That Such Great Forces Do Such Nice Work.

All Men Need Something To Poetize And Idealize Their Life A Little-something Which They Value For More Than Its Use, And Which Is A Symbol Of Their Emancipation From The Mere Materialism And Drudgery Of Daily Life.

The Duty Of Labor Is Written On A Man's Body: In The Stout Muscle Of The Arm,, And The Delicate Machinery Of The Hand.

It Is Very Sad For A Man To Make Himself Servant To A Single Thing; His Manhood All Taken Out Of Him By The Hydraulic Pressure Of Excessive Business.