I Really Cannot Know Whether I Am

And Angling Too, That Solitary Vice, What Izaak Walton Sings Or Says: The Quaint, Old, Cruel Coxcomb, In His Gullet Should Have A Hook, And A Small Trout To Pull It.

I Do Detest Everything Which Is Not Perfectly Mutual.

Admire, Exult, Despise, Laugh, Weep For Here There Is Such Matter For All Feelings: Man! Thou Pendulum Betwixt A Smile And Tear.

A Schoolboy's Tale, The Wonder Of An Hour!

Letter Writing Is The Only Device Combining Solitude With Good Company.