I Was Quiet But I Was Not

An Artist Cannot Do Anything Slovenly.

You Deserve A Longer Letter Than This; But It Is My Unhappy Fate Seldom To Treat People So Well As They Deserve.

From Politics It Was An Easy Step To Silence.

We Met Dr. Hall In Such Deep Mourning That Either His Mother, His Wife, Or Himself Must Be Dead.

Far Be It From Me, My Dear Sister, To Depreciate Such Pleasures. They Would Doubtless Be Congenial With The Generality Of Female Minds. But I Confess They Would Have No Charms For Me. I Should Infinitely Prefer A Book.