I Am About To Be Married, And

The Drying Up A Single Tear Has More, Of Honest Fame, Than Shedding Seas Of Gore.

But I Hate Things All Fiction... There Should Always Be Some Foundation Of Fact For The Most Airy Fabric - And Pure Invention Is But The Talent Of A Liar.

War, War Is Still The Cry,-"war Even To The Knife!"

If I Don't Write To Empty My Mind, I Go Mad.

Oh! Too Convincing--dangerously Dear-- In Woman's Eye The Unanswerable Tear! That Weapon Of Her Weakness She Can Wield, To Save, Subdue--at Once Her Spear And Shield.