This was my only and my constant comfort. When I think of it, the picture always rises in my mind, of a summer evening, the boys at play in the churchyard, and I sitting on my bed, reading as if for life.

“It is the fate of most men who mingle with the world, and attain even the prime…”

“Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures, hover about a lighted candle. Can the c…”

“if I was a painter, and was to paint the American Eagle, how should I do it?...…”

“Never say never”