The wind's bound to fetch around and set in our favor.

I know it." And the prospect was so cheerful that he wept.

Then he blew a trumpet-blast that started the meshes of his handkerchief, and said in almost his breezy old-time way: "Lord bless us, this is all nonsense! Night doesn't last always; day has got to break some time or other.

Every silver lining has a cloud behind it, as the poet says; and that remark has always cheered me; though -- I never could see any meaning to it.

Everybody uses it, though, and everybody gets comfort out of it.