Woman's empire, holier, more refined, Moulds, moves and sways the fall'n but God-breathed mind, Lifting the earth-crushed heart to hope and heaven. - Sarah Josepha Hale

And evermore the Deep has worshipped God;
And Bards and Prophets tune their mystic lyres
While listening to the music of the floods.

O, beautiful rainbow,
All woven of light!
There's not in thy tissue,
One shadow of night:—
It seems as heav'n opened,
When thou dost appear,
And a visible presence
Of angels drew near,
And sung the rainbow,
The rainbow—
The smile of God is here.

There is something in the decay of nature that awakens thought, even in the most trifling mind. The person who can regard the changes in the forest foliage,—that can watch the slow circles of the dead leaf, as it falls from the bough of some lofty tree, till it mingles with the thousands already covering the ground beneath, and not moralize is—not a person that I would advise to retire to the country, in search of happiness. He or she had better stay in the city and be amused. Those who cannot think, have, in my opinion, a necessity (which goes very far towards creating a right) for amusement.