Washington Irving

The moon of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry
of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the read more

The moon of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry
of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the dreary hooting of
the screechowl.

Free livers on a small scale; who are prodigal within the compass
of a guinea.

Free livers on a small scale; who are prodigal within the compass
of a guinea.

There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found read more

There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in traveling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place.

A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their read more

A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all.