Childhood, Whose Very Happiness Is Love.

My Heart Is Its Own Grave!

Alas! The Praise Given To The Ear Ne'er Was Nor Ne'er Can Be Sincere.

A Preface Is A Species Of Literary Luxury, Where An Author, Like A Lover, Is Privileged To Be Egotistical.

Strange The Affection Which Clings To Inanimate Objects - Objects Which Cannot Even Know Our Love! But It Is Not Return That Constitutes The Strength Of An Attachment.

Curiosity And Courtesy Are Very Often At Variance.