My Heart Is Too Thoroughly Dried To

A Little Girl Loves Her Bird--why? Because It Lives And Feels; Because It Is Helpless And Harmless? A Toad, Likewise, Lives And Feels, And Is Equally Helpless And Harmless; But Though She Would Not Hurt A Toad, She Cannot Love It Like The Bird, With Its Graceful Form, Soft Feathers, And Bright, Speaking Eyes.

How Odd It Is That We So Often Weep For Each Other's Distresses, When We Shed Not A Tear For Our Own!

Keep Both Heart And Hand In Your Own Possession, Till You See Good Reason To Part With Them.

If You Would Have A Boy To Despise His Mother, Let Her Keep Him At Home, And Spend Her Life In Petting Him Up, And Slaving To Indulge His Follies And Caprices.

Such Humble Talents As God Had Given Me I Will Endeavour To Put To Their Greatest Use; If I Am Able To Amuse, I Will Try To Benefit Too; And When I Fell It My Duty To Speak Unpalatable Truth, With The Help Of God, I Will Speak It, Through It Be To The Prejudice Of My Name And To The Detriment Of My Reader's Immediate Pleasure As Well As My Own.