A Fondness For Reading, Which, Properly Directed,

When I Fall In Love, It Will Be Forever.

A Mr. (save, Perhaps, Some Half Dozen In The Nation,) Always Needs A Note Of Explanation.

Grant Us Peace, Almighty Father, So To Pray As To Deserve To Be Heard.

They Gave Themselves Up Wholly To Their Sorrow, Seeking Increase Of Wretchedness In Every Reflection That Could Afford It, And Resolved Against Ever Admitting Consolation In Future.

She Thought It Was The Misfortune Of Poetry, To Be Seldom Safely Enjoyed By Those Who Enjoyed It Completely; And That The Strong Feelings Which Alone Could Estimate It Truly, Were The Very Feelings Which Ought To Taste It But Sparingly.