Sublime

that the most beautiful poem in the world was written by somebody who knew of nothing larger than such little towns is a historical fact. It is said that the poem came at the end of the period; that the primitive culture brought it forth in its decay; in which case one would like to have seen that culture in its prime.

the man whose parental and conjugal love is without limits, and the cup of whose desires, immense as it is, overflows with gratification.

And when I say that everybody understands Dickens I do not mean that he is suited to the untaught intelligence. I mean that he is so plain that even scholars can understand him.

A startling and sensational event occurred recently; I allude to the emergence of the creature called man.