The Grace That Makes Every Grace Amiable

Twenty-four Is A Prudent Age For Women To Marry At.

The World Is Not Enough Used To This Way Of Writing, To The Moment. It Knows Not That In The Minutiae Lie Often The Unfoldings Ofthe Story, As Well As Of The Heart; And Judges Of An Action Undecided, As If It Were Absolutely Decided.

Angry Men Make Themselves Beds Of Nettles.

The Longer A Woman Remains Single, The More Apprehensive She Will Be Of Entering Into The State Of Wedlock. At Seventeen Or Eighteen, A Girl Will Plunge Into It, Sometimes Without Either Fear Or Wit; At Twenty, She Will Begin To Think; At Twenty-four, Will Weigh And Discriminate; At Twenty-eight, Will Be Afraid Of Venturing; At Thirty, Will Turn About, And Look Down The Hill She Has Ascended, And Sometimes Rejoice, Sometimes Repent, That She Has Gained That Summit Sola.

Nothing In Human Nature Is So God-like As The Disposition To Do Good To Our Fellow-creatures.