Families Are Always Rising And Falling In

Nobody Will Use Other People's Experience, Nor Have Any Of His Own Till It Is Too Late To Use It.

What A Sweet Reverence Is That When A Young Man Deems His Mistress A Little More Than Mortal And Almost Chides Himself For Longing To Bring Her Close To His Heart.

A Long Time Ago, In A Town With Which I Used To Be Familiarly Acquainted, There Dwelt An Elderly Person Of Grim Aspect, Known By The Name And Title Of Doctor Grimshawe, Whose Household Consisted Of A Remarkably Pretty And Vivacious Boy, And A Perfect Rosebud Of A Girl, Two Or Three Years Younger Than He, And An Old Maid Of All Work, Of Strangely Mixed Breed, Crusty In Temper And Wonderfully Sluttish In Attire.

No, My Little Pearl! Thou Must Gather Thine Own Sunshine. I Have None To Give Thee.

A Grave, Wherever Found, Preaches A Short And Pithy Sermon To The Soul.