Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home. —Page 224.
“God bless us every one!” said Tiny Tim. —Page 309.
All hail’d, with uncontroll’d delight
And general voice, the happy night,
That to the cottage, as the crown,
Brought tidings of Salvation down. —Page 357.
The short and simple annals of the poor. —Page 363.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave. —Page 363.
Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear;
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air. —Page 365.
Along the cool, sequestered vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. —Page 366.
He gained from Heaven (’twas all he wished) a friend. —Page 368.
Sloth, like rust, consumes faster than labor wears; while the used key is always bright. —Page 410.