A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be.

A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In Anger.

Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner Lost And Won, Than Women's Are.

The Readiness Is All.

My Business Was Great, And In Such A Case As Mine A Man May Strain Courtesy.

Winter's Not Gone Yet, If The Wild Geese Fly That Way.