Sydney Smith

Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his read more

Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his fleeting soul,
And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl;
Serenely full the epicure would say,
"Fate cannot harm me,--I have dined to-day."

A comfortable house is a great source of happiness. It ranks immediately after health and a good conscience.

A comfortable house is a great source of happiness. It ranks immediately after health and a good conscience.

Correspondences are like small clothes before the invention of suspenders; it is impossible to keep them up.

Correspondences are like small clothes before the invention of suspenders; it is impossible to keep them up.

We cultivate literature on a little oat-meal.

We cultivate literature on a little oat-meal.

He had occasional flashes of silence that made his conversation perfectly delightful.

He had occasional flashes of silence that made his conversation perfectly delightful.