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She Wished Such Words Unsaid With All Her Heart

There Is Something In The Eloquence Of The Pulpit, When It Is Really Eloquence, Which Is Entitled To The Highest Praise And Honour. The Preacher Who Can Touch And Affect Such An Heterogeneous Mass Of Hearers, On Subjects Limited, And Long Worn Thread-bare In All Common Hands; Who Can Say Any Thing New Or Striking, Any Thing That Rouses The Attention, Without Offending The Taste, Or Wearing Out The Feelings Of His Hearers, Is A Man Whom One Could Not (in His Public Capacity) Honour Enough.

It Would Be Mortifying To The Feelings Of Many Ladies, Could They Be Made To Understand How Little The Heart Of A Man Is Affected By What Is Costly Or New In Their Attire.

Her Heart Did Whisper That He Had Done It For Her.

One Cannot Fix One's Eyes On The Commonest Natural Production Without Finding Food For A Rambling Fancy.