In the depths of every heart there is a tomb and a dungeon, though the lights, the music, and the revelry above may cause us to forget their existenc… - Nathaniel Hawthorne

She has lived and loved! There is no folded petal, no latent dewdrop, in this perfectly developed rose!

It is a kind of natural magic that enables these favored ones to bring out the hidden capabilities of things around them; and particularly to give a look of comfort and habitableness to any place which, for however brief a period, may happen to be their home.

Long, long may it be, ere he comes again! His hour is one of darkness, and adversity, and peril. But should domestic tyranny oppress us, or the invader's step pollute our soil, still may the Gray Champion come, for he is the type of New England's hereditary spirit; and his shadowy march, on the eve of danger, must ever be the pledge, that New England's sons will vindicate their ancestry.