Come! Poor Little Heart! Be Cheery And

Mr Thornton Would Rather Have Heard That She Was Suffering The Natural Sorrow. In The First Place, There Was Selfishness Enough In Him To Have Taken Pleasure In The Idea That His Great Love Might Come In To Comfort And Console Her; Much The Same Kind Of Strange Passionate Pleasure Which Comes Stinging Through A Mother's Heart, When Her Drooping Infant Nestles Close To Her, And Is Dependent Upon Her For Everything.

Don’t Be Afraid,” She Said, Coldly, “ As Far As Love May Go She May Be Worthy Of You. It Must Have Taken A Good Deal To Overcome Her Pride. Don’t Be Afraid, John.

She Stood By The Tea-table In A Light-coloured Muslin Gown, Which Had A Good Deal Of Pink About It. She Looked As If She Was Not Attending To The Conversation, But Solely Busy With The Tea-cups, Among Which Her Round Ivory Hands Moved With Pretty, Noiseless, Daintiness.

If They Came Sorrowing, And Wanting Sympathy In A Complicated Trouble Like The Present, Then They Would Be Felt As A Shadow In All These Houses Of Intimate Acquaintances, Not Friends

How Easy It Is To Judge Rightly After One Sees What Evil Comes From Judging Wrongly!