A Lady, Without A Family, Was The

To Be Claimed As A Good, Though In An Improper Style, Is At Least Better Than Being Rejected As No Good At All.

The Ladies Here Probably Exchanged Looks Which Meant, 'men Never Know When Things Are Dirty Or Not;' And The Gentlemen Perhaps Thought Each To Himself, 'women Will Have Their Little Nonsense And Needless Cares.'

I Have No Talent For Certainty.

“it Is Not Everyone,” Said Elinor, “who Has Your Passion For Dead Leaves.”

A Man Who Has Nothing To Do With His Own Time Has No Conscience In His Intrusion On That Of Others.