I Love The Silent Hour Of Night,

You Will Form A Very Inadequate Estimate Of A Man's Character, If You Judge By What A Fond Sister Says Of Him. The Worst Of Them Generally Know How To Hide Their Misdeeds From Their Sisters' Eyes, And Their Mother's, Too.

What Business Had I To Think So Much Of One That Never Thought Of Me?

I Would Not Send A Poor Girl Into The World, Ignorant Of The Snares That Beset Her Path; Nor Would I Watch And Guard Her, Till, Deprived Of Self-respect And Self-reliance, She Lost The Power Or The Will To Watch And Guard Herself .

Oh, I Am Very Weary, Though Tears No Longer Flow; My Eyes Are Tired Of Weeping, My Heart Is Sick Of Woe.

I Cannot Get Him To Write Or Speak In Real, Solid Earnest. I Don't Much Mind It Now, But If It Be Always So, What Shall I Do With The Serious Part Of Myself?