It is no slight praise to say that one day out of the three hundred and sixty-five is consecrated to general hospitality and warm-hearted cordiality.

If St.
Nicholas was the author of this custom, he was a social saint; and the custom seems to be as completely kept up on the banks of the Hudson as it ever could have been on the banks of the Rhine.
_Jan.

5th_ .-- My experience is that he who would rise, in science or knowledge, must toil incessantly; it is the price at which success sells her favors.

During the last four years, I have passed not less than ten thousand miles, and in all this time I have scarcely lain down one night without a feeling that the next day's success must depend upon a fresh appeal to continued effort.

My pathway has certainly not lain over beds of gold, nor my pillow been composed of down.