He Is No Lawyer Who Cannot Take

Of All Sound Of All Bells... Most Solemn And Touching Is The Peal Which Rings Out The Old Year.

I Love To Lose Myself In Other Men's Minds.... Books Think For Me.

A Book Reads The Better Which Is Our Own, And Has Been So Long Known To Us, That We Know The Topography Of Its Blots, And Dog's Ears, And Can Trace The Dirt In It To Having Read It At Tea With Buttered Muffins.

Summer, As My Friend Coleridge Waggishly Writes, Has Set In With Its Usual Severity.

To Be Sick Is To Enjoy Monarchical Prerogatives.