respond at last to the slightest
casual touch. In the most insensible or childish minds there is some
train of reflection which art can seldom lead, or skill assist, but
which will reveal itself, as great truths have done, by chance, and when
the discoverer has the plainest and simplest end in view.--_Dickens._

A willing heart adds feathers to the heel, and makes the clown a winged
Mercury.--_Joanna Baillie._

Some people's hearts are shrunk in them like dried nuts. You can hear
'em rattle as they walk.--_Douglas_ _Jerrold._

~Heaven.~--The love of heaven makes one heavenly.--_Shakespeare._

Where is heaven? I cannot tell. Even to the eye of faith, heaven looks
much like a star to the eye of flesh. Set there on the brow of night, it
shines most bright, most beautiful; but it is separated from us by so
great a distance as to be raised almost as high above our investigations
as above the storms and clouds of earth.--_Rev. Dr. Guthrie._

When at eve at the bounding of the landscape the heavens appear to
recline so slowly on the earth, imagination pictures beyond the horizon
an asylum of hope,--a native land of love; and nature seems silently to
repeat that man is immortal.--_Madame de Stael._

Few, without the hope of another life, would think it worth their while
to live above the allurements of sense.--_Atterbury._

Heaven is a place of restless activity, the abode of never-tiring
thought. David and Isaiah will sweep nobler and loftier strains in
eternity, and the minds of the saints, unclogged by cumbersome clay,
will forever feast on the banquet of rich and glorious
thought.--_Beecher._

~Heroes.~--A light supper, a good night's sleep, and a fine morning have
often made a hero of the same man who, by indigestion, a restless night,
and a rainy morning would have proved a coward.--_Chesterfield._

In analyzing the character of heroes it is hardly possible to separate
altogether the share of Fortune from their own.--_Hallam._

Mankind is not disposed to look narrowly into the conduct of great
victors when their victory is on the right side.--_George Eliot._

No one is a hero to his valet.--_Madame de Sevigne._

~History.~--The Grecian history is a poem, Latin history a picture, modern
history a chronicle.--_Chauteaubriand._

If men could learn from history, what lessons it might teach us! But
passion and party blind our eyes, and the light which experience gives
is a lantern on the stern, which shines only