Life And Hope Must Cease Together.

I Do Believe A Young Lady Can't Be Too Careful Who She Marries.

I See That A Man Cannot Give Himself Up To Drinking Without Being Miserable One Half His Days And Mad The Other.

Preserve Me From Such Cordiality! It Is Like Handling Briar-roses And May-blossoms - Bright Enough To The Eye, And Outwardly Soft To The Touch, But You Know There Are Thorns Beneath, And Every Now And Then You Feel Them Too; And Perhaps Resent The Injury By Crushing Them In Till You Have Destroyed Their Power, Though Somewhat To The Detriment Of Your Own Fingers.

No, Thank You, I Don't Mind The Rain,' I Said. I Always Lacked Common Sense When Taken By Surprise.

Farewell To Thee! But Not Farewell To All My Fondest Thoughts Of Thee; Within My Heart They Still Shall Dwell And They Shall Cheer And Comfort Me.