The Loss Of Liberty Which Must Attend

I Often Used To Think Myself In The Case Of The Fox-hunter, Who, When He Had Toiled And Sweated All Day In The Chase As If Some Unheard-of Blessing Was To Crown His Success, Finds At Last All He Has Got By His Labor Is A Stinking Nauseous Animal. But My Condition Was Yet Worse Than His; For He Leaves The Loathsome Wretch To Be Torn By His Hounds, Whilst I Was Obliged To Fondle Mine, And Meanly Pretend Him To Be The Object Of My Love.

The Motives To Actions And The Inward Turns Of Mind Seem In Our Opinion More Necessary To Be Known Than The Actions Themselves; And Much Rather Would We Choose That Our Reader Should Clearly Understand What Our Principal Actors Think Than What They Do.

The Loss Of Liberty Which Must Attend Being A Wife Was Of All Things The Most Horrible To My Imagination.

Little Miss Is Taught By Her Mamma That She Must Never Speak Before She Is Spoken To. On This She Sits Bridling Up Her Head, Looking From One To The Other, In Hopes Of Being Called To And Addressed By The Name Of Pretty Miss.... But If This Should Not Happen And No One Should Take Any Notice Of Her, She Is Ready To Cry At The Neglect. But Should There Be Another Miss In The Room Caressed And Taken Notice Of Whilst She Is Thus Overlooked, It Will Be Impossible For Her To Contain Her Tears, And Blubbering Is The Word.

I Know Not Whether It Would Be Too Bold An Assertion To Say That Candor Makes Capacity.... But In Order To Try The Truth Of Any Observation Relating To The Mind, The Easiest Method Is To Illustrate It By Outward Objects. If, For Instance, A Man Was To Sweat And Labor All The Days Of His Life To Fill A Chest Which Was Already Full, The Absurdity Of His Vain Endeavor Would Be Glaring. In The Same Manner, When The Human Mind Is Filled And Stuffed With Notions Brought Thither By Fallacious Inclinations, There Is No Room For Truth To Enter: Candor Being Banished, Passions Alone Bear The Sway.