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Sir Patrick Rackrent Lived And Died A Monument Of Old Irish Hospitality.

In Real Friendship The Judgment, The Genius, The Prudence Of Each Party Become The Common Property Of Both.

It Is Unjust And Absurd Of Those Advancing In Years, To Expect Of The Young That Confidence Should Come All And Only On Their Side: The Human Heart, At Whatever Age, Opens Only To The Heart That Opens In Return.

Why Will Friends Publish All The Trash They Can Scrape Together Of Celebrated People?

What A Misfortune It Isto Be Bornawoman!? Why Seek For Knowledge, Which Can Prove Only That Our Wretchedness Is Irremediable? If A Ray Of Light Break In Upon Us, It Is But To Make Darkness More Visible; To Show Usthenew Limits, The Gothic Structure, Theimpenetrable Barriers Of Our Prison.