Gloomy Calm Of Idle Vacancy.

Every Man Is, Or Hopes To Be, An Idler.

By Taking A Second Wife He Pays The Highest Compliment To The First, By Showing That She Made Him So Happy As A Married Man, That He Wishes To Be So A Second Time.

No Evil Is Insupportable But That Which Is Accompanied With Consciousness Of Wrong.

A Man's Mind Grows Narrow In A Narrow Place.

None Are Happy But By Anticipation Of Change.