There Is Something So Amiable In The

One Cannot Fix One's Eyes On The Commonest Natural Production Without Finding Food For A Rambling Fancy.

Personal Size And Mental Sorrow Have Certainly No Necessary Proportions. A Large Bulky Figure Has A Good A Right To Be In Deep Affliction, As The Most Graceful Set Of Limbs In The World. But, Fair Or Not Fair, There Are Unbecoming Conjunctions, Which Reason Will Pa Tronize In Vain,--which Taste Cannot Tolerate,--which Ridicule Will Seize.

Arguments Are Too Much Like Disputes.

Till This Moment I Never Knew Myself.

Life Could Do Nothing For Her, Beyond Giving Time For A Better Preparation For Death.