...he Seemed To Approach The Grave As

Done Because We Are Too Many.

How I Have Tried And Tried To Be A Splendid Woman, And How Destiny Has Been Against Me! ...i Do Not Deserve My Lot! ...o, The Cruelty Of Putting Me Into This Ill-conceived World! I Was Capable Of Much; But I Have Been Injured And Blighted And Crushed By Things Beyond My Control! O, How Hard It Is Of Heaven To Devise Such Tortures For Me, Who Have Done No Harm To Heaven At All!

Why Is It That A Woman Can See From A Distance What A Man Cannot See Close?

Why Didn’t You Tell Me There Was Danger? Why Didn’t You Warn Me? Ladies Know What To Guard Against, Because They Read Novels That Tell Them Of These Tricks; But I Never Had The Chance Of Discovering In That Way; And You Did Not Help Me!

He Looked And Smelt Like Autumn's Very Brother, His Face Being Sunburnt To Wheat-colour, His Eyes Blue As Corn-flowers, His Sleeves And Leggings Dyed With Fruit-stains, His Hands Clammy With The Sweet Juice Of Apples, His Hat Sprinkled With Pips, And Everywhere About Him The Sweet Atmosphere Of Cider Which At Its First Return Each Season Has Such An Indescribable Fascination For Those Who Have Been Born And Bred Among The Orchards.