Eleanor Went To Her Room "where She

Oh! I Am Delighted With The Book! I Should Like To Spend My Whole Life In Reading It.

To Her Own Heart It Was A Delightful Affair, To Her Imagination It Was Even A Ridiculous One, But To Her Reason, Her Judgment, It Was Completely A Puzzle.

There Are Such Beings In The World -- Perhaps One In A Thousand -- As The Creature You And I Should Think Perfection; Where Grace And Spirit Are United To Worth, Where The Manners Are Equal To The Heart And Understanding; But Such A Person May Not Come In Your Way, Or, If He Does, He May Not Be The Eldest Son Of A Man Of Fortune, The Near Relation Of Your Particular Friend, And Belonging To Your Own County.

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.

How Hard It Is In Some Cases To Be Believed!' 'and How Impossible In Others!