I Would Much Rather Have Been Merry

Portable Property Is Happiness In A Pocketbook.

But A Sanguine Temper, Though For Ever Expecting More Good Than Occurs, Does Not Always Pay For Its Hopes By Any Proportionate Depression. It Soon Flies Over The Present Failure, And Begins To Hope Again.

A Person Who Can Write A Long Letter With Ease, Cannot Write Ill.

Nobody Is Healthy In London, Nobody Can Be.

She Is Probably By This Time As Tired Of Me, As I Am Of Her; But As She Is Too Polite And I Am Too Civil To Say So, Our Letters Are Still As Frequent And Affectionate As Ever, And Our Attachment As Firm And Sincere As When It First Commenced.