Faultless In Spite Of All Her Faults.

An Annuity Is A Very Serious Business.

My Emma, Does Not Every Thing Serve To Prove More And More The Beauty Of Truth And Sincerity In All Our Dealings With Each Other?

She Was Humbled, She Was Grieved; She Repented, Though She Hardly Knew Of What. She Became Jealous Of His Esteem, When She Could No Longer Hope To Be Benefited By It. She Wanted To Hear Of Him, When There Seemed The Least Chance Of Gaining Intelligence. She Was Convinced That She Could Have Been Happy With Him, When It Was No Longer Likely They Should Meet.

We Are Each Of An Unsocial, Taciturn Disposition, Unwilling To Speak, Unless We Expect To Say Something That Will Amaze The Whole Room, And Be Handed Down To Posterity With All The Eclat Of A Proverb.

But Shakespeare One Gets Acquainted With Without Knowing How. It Is A Part Of An Englishman's Constitution. His Thoughts And Beauties Are So Spread Abroad That One Touches Them Everywhere; One Is Intimate With Him By Instinct. No Man Of Any Brain Can Open At A Good Part Of One Of His Plays Without Falling Into The Flow Of His Meaning Immediately.