What Are We, The Inhabitants Of This

It Is With Considerable Difficulty That I Remember The Original Era Of My Being

It Is A Strange Feeling For A Girl When First She Finds The Power Put Into Her Hand Of Influencing The Destiny Of Another To Happiness Or Misery. She Is Like A Magician Holding For The First Time A Fairy Wand, Not Having Yet Had Experience Of Its Potency.

From My Infancy I Was Imbued With High Hopes And A Lofty Ambition.

Ah! It Is Well For The Unfortunate To Be Resigned, But For The Guilty There Is No Peace.

Her Countenance Was All Expression; Her Eyes Were Not Dark But Impenetrably Deep; You Seemed To Discover Space After Space In Their Intellectual Glance.