Those Who Have Not More Must Be

There Is Something In The Eloquence Of The Pulpit, When It Is Really Eloquence, Which Is Entitled To The Highest Praise And Honour. The Preacher Who Can Touch And Affect Such An Heterogeneous Mass Of Hearers, On Subjects Limited, And Long Worn Thread-bare In All Common Hands; Who Can Say Any Thing New Or Striking, Any Thing That Rouses The Attention, Without Offending The Taste, Or Wearing Out The Feelings Of His Hearers, Is A Man Whom One Could Not (in His Public Capacity) Honour Enough.

Yes, You Know Enough Of My Frankness To Believe Me Capable Of That. After Abusing You So Abominably To Your Face, I Could Have No Scruple In Abusing You To All Your Relations.

I Understand Crawford Paid You A Visit?" "yes." "and Was He Attentive?" "yes, Very." "and Has Your Heart Changed Towards Him?" "yes. Several Times. I Have - I Find That I - I Find That-" "shh. Surely You And I Are Beyond Speaking When Words Are Clearly Not Enough.... I Missed You." "and I You.

I Am Fond Of History And Am Very Well Contented To Take The False With The True. In The Principal Facts They Have Sources Of Intelligence In Former Histories And Records, Which May Be As Much Depended On, I Conclude, As Anything That Does Not Actually Pass Under Ones Own Observation; And As For The Little Embellishments You Speak Of, They Are Embellishments, And I Like Them As Such.

I Might As Well Enquire,” Replied She, “why With So Evident A Design Of Offending And Insulting Me, You Chose To Tell Me That You Liked Me Against Your Will, Against Your Reason, And Even Against Your Character?