Full Many A Flower Is Born To

Let Other Pens Dwell On Guilt And Misery.

And Now I May Dismiss My Heroine To The Sleepless Couch, Which Is The True Heroine's Portion - To A Pillow Strewed With Thorns And Wet With Tears. And Lucky May She Think Herself, If She Get Another Good Night's Rest In The Course Of The Next Three Months.

Not Very Good, I Am Afraid. But Now Really, Do Not You Think Udolpho The Nicest Book In The World?" "the Nicest—by Which I Suppose You Mean The Neatest. That Must Depend Upon The Binding.

I Have Made Myself Two Or Three Caps To Wear Of Evenings Since I Came Home, And They Save Me A World Of Torment As To Hair-dressing, Which At Present Gives Me No Trouble Beyond Washing And Brushing, For My Long Hair Is Always Plaited Up Out Of Sight, And My Short Hair Curls Well Enough To Want No Papering.

What One Means One Day, You Know, One May Not Mean The Next. Circumstances Change, Opinions Alter.