Lydia Sigourney, fully Lydia Huntley Sigourney, née Lydia Howard Huntley

Ye say they all have passed away, that noble race and brave; that their light canoes have vanished from off the crested wave; that mid the forests where they roamed there rings no hunter's shout; but their name is on your waters; ye may not wash it out.

Prosperity, alas! is often but another name for pride.

Something will be gathered from the tablets of the most faultless day for regrets.

Stranger, new flowers in our vales are seen, with a dazzling eye, and a lovely, green.--They scent the breath of the dewy morn: They feed no worm, and they hide no thorn, but revel and glow in our balmy air; they are flowers which Freedom hath planted there.

The glorified spirit of the infant is as a star to guide the mother to its own blissful clime.

The gospel's glorious hope, its rule of purity, its eye of prayer, its feet of firmness on temptation's steep, its bark that fails not, 'mid the storm of death.

The soul of woman lives in love.

The vanity of shining in conversation is usually subversive of its own desires.

There is a lore simple and sure, that asks no discipline of weary years--the language of the soul, told through the eye.

There must be some mixture of happiness in everything but sin.

Think'st thou the man whose mansions hold the wordling's pomp and miser's gold, obtains a richer prize than he who, in his cot at rest, finds heavenly peace a willing guest, and bears this promise in his breast of treasure in the skies?

To reveal its complacence by gifts is one of the native dialects of love.

Vigorous exercise will often fortify a feeble constitution.

Politeness, says Witherspoon, is real kindness kindly expressed; an admirable definition, and so brief that ail may easily remember it. This is the sum and substance of all true politeness. Put it in practice, and all will be charmed with your manners.

Praise to our Father-God, high praise in solemn lay, alike for what His hand hath given, and what it takes away.

An appearance of delicacy is inseparable from sweetness and gentleness of character.

And say to mothers what a holy charge i Is theirs--with what a kingly power their love might rule the fountains of the new-born mind.

And with a velvet lip print on his brow such language as the tongue hath never spoken.

As nothing truly valuable can be attained without industry, so there can be no persevering industry without a deep sense of the value of time.

Beware, said Lavater, of him who hates the laugh of a child.I love God and little children, was the simple yet sublime sentiment of Richter.

Fear is the white lipp'd sire of subterfuge and treachery.

Flow on forever in thy glorious robe of terror and of beauty. Yea, flow on Unfathomed and resistless? God hath set His rainbow on thy forehead; and the cloud mantles around thy feet. And He doth give Thy voice of thunder power to speak of Him Eternally, bidding the lip of man keep silence, and upon thy rocky altar pour incense of awe-struck praise.

Habits, though in their commencement like the filmy line of the spider, trembling at every breeze, may in the end prove as links of tempered steel, binding a deathless being to eternal felicity or woe.

Let her who is full of beauty and admiration, sitting like the queen of flowers in majesty among the daughters of women, let her watch lest vanity enter her heart, beguiling her to rest proudly upon her own strength; let her remember that she standeth upon slippery places, and be not high-minded but fear.

Not on the outer world for inward joy depend; enjoy the luxury of thought, make thine own self friend; not with the restless throng, in search of solace roam but with an independent zeal be intimate at home.