Sunlight Is Painting.

A Writer Of Story Books! What Kind Of Business In Life-what Mode Of Glorifying God, Or Being Serviceable To Mankind In His Day And Generation-may That Be? Why, The Degenerate Fellow Might As Well Have Been A Fiddler!

Mountains Are Earth's Undecaying Monuments.

A Man's Bewilderment Is The Measure Of His Wisdom.

Life Figures Itself To Me As A Festal Or Funereal Procession.

Who Can Tell Where Happiness May Come, Or Where, Though An Expected Guest, It May Never Show Its Face?