My Heart Is, And Always Will Be,

The More I See Of The World, The More Am I Dissatisfied With It; And Everyday Confirms My Belief Of The Inconsistencies Of All Human.

When The Evening Was Over, Anne Could Not Be Amused…nor Could She Help Fearing, On More Serious Reflection, That, Like Many Other Great Moralists And Preachers, She Had Been Eloquent On A Point In Which Her Own Conduct Would Ill Bear Examination.

The Ladies Here Probably Exchanged Looks Which Meant, 'men Never Know When Things Are Dirty Or Not;' And The Gentlemen Perhaps Thought Each To Himself, 'women Will Have Their Little Nonsense And Needless Cares.'

Yet There It Was Not Love. It Was A Little Fever Of Admiration; But It Might, Probably Must, End In Love With Some

Human Nature Is So Well Disposed Towards Those Who Are In Interesting Situations, That A Young Person, Who Either Marries Or Dies, Is Sure Of Being Kindly Spoken Of.