Childhood, Whose Very Happiness Is Love.

I Will Look On The Stars And Look On Thee, And Read The Page Of Thy Destiny.

I Do Not Think That Life Has A Suspense More Sickening Than That Of Expecting A Letter Which Does Not Come.

Shopping, True Feminine Felicity!

I Never Cast A Flower Away, A Gift Of One Who Car'd For Me; A Flower--a Faded Flower, But It Was Done Reluctantly.

No Thoroughly Occupied Man Was Ever Yet Very Miserable.