I Am All Astonishment.

I Declare After All There Is No Enjoyment Like Reading!

Her Pleasure In The Walk Must Arise From The Exercise And The Day, From The View Of The Last Smiles Of The Year Upon The Tawny Leaves And Withered Hedges, And From Repeating To Herself Some Few Of The Thousand Poetical Descriptions Extant Of Autumn-that Season Of Peculiar And Inexhaustible Influence On The Mind Of Taste And Tenderness-that Season Which Has Drawn From Every Poet Worthy Of Being Read Some Attempt At Description, Or Some Lines Of Feeling.

It Taught Me To Hope, As I Had Scarcely Ever Allowed Myself To Hope Before.

Almost Anything Is Possible With Time

I Lay It Down As A General Rule, Harriet, That If A Woman Doubts As To Whether She Should Accept A Man Or Not, She Certainly Ought To Refuse Him.