Nor Elves, Nor Fays, Nor Magic Charm,

Business Was His Aversion; Pleasure Was His Business.

My Mother Took Too Much, A Great Deal Too Much, Care Of Me; She Over-educated, Over-instructed, Over-dosed Me With Premature Lessons Of Prudence: She Was So Afraid That I Should Ever Do A Foolish Thing, Or Not Say A Wise One, That She Prompted My Every Word, And Guided My Every Action. So I Grew Up, Seeing With Her Eyes, Hearing With Her Ears, And Judging With Her Understanding, Till, At Length, It Was Found Out That I Had Not Eyes, Ears Or Understanding Of My Own.

The Unaffected Language Of Real Feeling And Benevolence Is Easily Understood, And Is Never Ridiculous.

Alarmed Successively By Every Fashionable Medical Terror Of The Day, She Dosed Her Children With Every Specific Which Was Publicly Advertised Or Privately Recommended...the Consequence Was, That The Dangers, Which Had At First Been Imaginary, Became Real: These Little Victims Of Domestic Medicine Never Had A Day's Health: They Looked, And Were, More Dead Than Alive.

Half The Good Intentions Of My Life Have Been Frustrated By My Unfortunate Habit Of Putting Things Off Till To-morrow.