Men Of Cold Passions Have Quick Eyes.

Moonlight Is Sculpture.

When Romances Do Really Teach Anything, Or Produce Any Effective Operation, It Is Usually Through A Far More Subtle Process Than The Ostensible One. The Author Has Considered It Hardly Worth His While, Therefore, Relentlessly To Impale The Story With Its Moral As With An Iron Rod-or, Rather, As By Sticking A Pin Through A Butterfly-thus At Once Depriving It Of Life, And Causing It To Stiffen In An Ungainly And Unnatural Attitude.

But This Had Been A Sin Of Passion, Not Of Principle, Nor Even Purpose.

The World, That Grey-bearded And Wrinkled Profligate, Decrepit, Without Being Venerable.

In This Republican Country, Amid The Fluctuating Waves Of Our Social Life, Somebody Is Always At The Drowning-point.