A Flow'ret Crushed In The Bud, A

How Convalescence Shrinks A Man Back To His Pristine Stature! Where Is Now The Space, Which He Occupied So Lately, In His Own, In The Family's Eye?

We Are Nothing; Less Than Nothing, And Dreams. We Are Only What Might Have Been.

This Very Night I Am Going To Leave Off Tobacco! Surely There Must Be Some Other World In Which This Unconquerable Purpose Shall Be Realised.

A Clear Fire, A Clean Hearth, And The Rigour Of The Game.

The Red-letter Days, Now Become, To All Intents And Purposes, Dead-letter Days.