She had the business ability to manage Poe's small income in the best way, and made for him a home that would have been extremely happy had it not been for poverty and other misfortunes.

So his life on the farm was as happy as it well could be, in spite of its roughness.

The romance is a sadly beautiful one; for this fair girl who was his inspiration during the years of his hardest struggles, finally fell into a decline and died just as he was beginning to earn the money that would have made them happy together.

It is in this relation that Winckelmann, even in the midst of poverty and need, feels rich, generous and happy, because he is able to do something for him whom he loves above everything else, and in whom he has, as the highest sacrifice, to excuse even ingratitude.

I was extremely happy near him; I felt becalmed like one who, after many toils and tedious expectations, finally sees his dearest wishes gratified.

Wilt thou, the bridegroom, till the end, Still prove the fair one's faithful friend, Who leaves her childhood's happy home, With thee through future life to roam?

But death, who feeds on tears and woe, Beheld this happy youthful hand; Then bade his pale companion go And smite them with his with'ring hand.

The son, just launched on manhood's tide, The doating father's prop and stay, The tender mother's joy and pride, Became the fell destroyer's prey; While tasting bliss without alloy, Thrice happy with his youthful bride.

Since thy happy spirit to heaven has fled, Art thou with me by day, by night round my bed?

On earth 't was thy pleasure to soothe all my grief, To wipe off my tears and to bring me relief; Thy heart's warm affections were lavished on me, I've spent happy moments conversing with thee.

Delighted, we ranged o'er the hillside, in spring, And listened with rapture to hear the birds sing; Then stopped in the pasture to see the lambs play, As frolicsome, cheerful, and happy as they.

With gay happy hearts to the woodland we strayed, When autumn its rich pensive beauty displayed; The robin was chanting her sweet farewell song, While blithe little squirrels went skipping along.

O, then we were happy in winter or spring, Yes, happier far than the happiest king.

You grew up to manhood, and left your old home, But may you he happy wherever you roam.

Come, sweet bird, the moonlight shines Through the verdant row of pines, Standing by our cottage door, Come, where thou hast sang before, When I heard thy thrilling note On the twilight breezes float, Ming'ling with the cheerful song Of our happy fireside throng.

They're calling to Columbia's sons, And to her happy daughters; Take of your bread, ye favor'd ones, And cast it on the waters.

Rural maid, who, o'er glade, Forest, plain, and mountain, roam In joy and peace, and made Happy by the brook's gay foam; Who art content to live In the farmer's domicil; A listening ear give To a stranger, who, with quill In hand, sits down to write An epistle, or letter, To one, of whom it might Be said, she's far his better.

At another time she would have gone to the ends of the earth with such a happy crew, but now she only shook her head again and was resolute.

The successful and happy results of the immediate emancipation of the slaves of the colonies, as detailed by John Candler, were calculated to strengthen the conviction that to do justice is always expedient.

And yet when this man spoke of his own loss, and reminded him of his wealth;when Crinkett threw it in his teeth that by a happy chance he had feathered his nest with the spoils taken from the wretched man himself,then he wished that it was in his power to give back something. 'Is that said as a threat?'

The substitution is not a happy one from a literary point of view, but I have made it deliberately and for the following reason:

Naturally, they have not thought of bringing about a thermic purification, such as nature produces in winter, because of the impossibility of moderating the action of the sun; but they have tried from all time to procure hydraulic or atmospheric purifications, and sometimes to combine these together in a very happy way.

The happy grove.

KNAPP, IDA C. Happy songs for little children.

Happy hour coloring book.

I've noticed she's nervous just before his visits, and sort of sad after them.

Sorrow brings him no reprieve from duty, so the next morning after the last sad offices for poor Caesar, Coquenil faced the emergency before him with steady nerve and calm resolution.

It makes me sad becauseSit down a minute, M. Matthieu, I'll tell you about it.

" "It may be so, and yet it is sad and weary when nothing amuses.

I trust that all is well with Madame and with the Duc de Chartres?" "Yes, sire, they are well; but they are sad like myself, and from the same cause.

The time had come when the Church was to claim her promise from madame, and her pale cheek and sad eyes showed how vain it had been for her to try and drown the pleadings of her tender heart by the arguments of the bigots around her.

After she had been going to the Mission School for some time, her teacher noticed, one day, that she looked sad.

"Carrie, my dear," she said, "why do you look so sad to-day?"

We should have seen him raising the dead; and casting out devils; and speaking words of comfort and encouragement to those who were sad and sorrowful.

When he came home and told his wife the sad news she was greatly distressed.

They were very grave and rather sad.

"] This was very good from neighbor Kingsomethin' you wouldn't expect from such a sad or solemn-lookin' man, a man so quiet, so reserved, appearin' always as if he had some grief of his own, so that he could sympathize with others in misery.

I've been silent, because I could not talk about a matter that was sad an' sacred.

That was a sad and lasting lesson for the whale, for not one of his kind has been seen in the Mediterranean since.

This portrait is Lincoln as I knew him best: his sad, dreamy eye, his pensive smile, his sad and delicate face, his pyramidal shoulders, are the characteristics which I best remember; and I can never think of him as wrinkled with care, so plainly shown in his later portraits.

This portrait is Lincoln as I knew him best: his sad, dreamy eye, his pensive smile, his sad and delicate face, his pyramidal shoulders, are the characteristics which I best remember; and I can never think of him as wrinkled with care, so plainly shown in his later portraits.

This evening the storm departed and the moonlight was more beautiful than ever; and I was so sad and so happy, and the life beyond and above seemed so beautiful.

The poor child couldn't go to sleep till she had thanked me over and over for making her mind and for taking care of her, and wouldn't let go my hand, so I had to sit up until very lateand then I was sick and sad and restless, for I couldn't have my room to myself and the day didn't seem finished without it.

He slipped unobtrusively into the French Academy, and lived to be eighty-three, dying at last, like Anacreon, in the midst of music and dances and fair nymphs of the Opera, affecting to be a sad old rogue to the very last.

I have swam near a mile and a half out in the sea to a ship that lay off, gone on board, got clothes from the mate of the vessel, and proceeded with them to the next port; while my companion I left on the beach concluded me drowned, and related my sad fate in the town.

It must be admitted that he is a sad wife-waster.

Nor this, with its excruciating simplicity, its descriptive accent of 1798: I see a blooming Wood-boy there, And, if I had the power to say How sorrowful the wanderer is, Your heart would be as sad as his

III.It is a sad commentary on Christian rulers that for many ages they allowed the crimes of the father to be visited upon his children and by their bills of attainder confiscated to the state the goods of condemned offenders.

But as to feeling gratified when somebody, looking more or less foolish, comes up and says: 'We are indebted to you for so much pleasure;' or, when a dinner does not agree with me, our daily press remarks: 'We communicate to our readers the sad news that our famous XX suffers from a stomachache,'pshaw!

Mrs. Boxer's face was terrible in its expression, but Mrs. Gimpson's bore the look of sad and patient triumph of one who knew men and could not be surprised at anything they do.