My Life Is One Demd Horrid Grind.

There Are Dark Shadows On The Earth, But Its Lights Are Stronger In The Contrast.

-why Don't You Cry Again, You Little Wretch? -because I'll Never Cry For You Again.

As I Never Saw My Father Or My Mother, And Never Saw Any Likeness Of Either Of Them (for Their Days Were Long Before The Days Of Photographs), My First Fancies Regarding What They Were Like, Were Unreasonably Derived From Their Tombstones. The Shape Of The Letters On My Father's, Gave Me An Odd Idea That He Was A Square, Stout, Dark Man, With Curly Black Hair. From The Character And Turn Of The Inscription, "also Georgiana Wife Of The Above", I Drew A Childish Conclusion That My Mother Was Freckled And Sickly.

A Little Learning Is A Dangerous Thing, But A Little Patronage More So.

If They Would Rather Die, . . . They Had Better Do It, And Decrease The Surplus Population.