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But Margaret Was At An Age When Any Apprehension, Not Absolutely Based On A Knowledge Of Facts, Is Easily Banished For A Time By A Bright Sunny Day, Or Some Happy Outward Circumstance. And When The Brilliant Fourteen Fine Days Of October Came On, Her Cares Were All Blown Away As Lightly As Thistledown, And She Thought Of Nothing But The Glories Of The Forest.

I Would Not Trust A Mouse To A Woman If A Man's Judgment Could Be Had.

How Different Men Were To Women!

Nevertheless, His Moustachios Are Splendid.

Man, Through All Ages Of Revolving Time, Unchanging Man, In Every Varying Clime, Deems His Own Land Of Every Land The Pride, Beloved By Heaven O'er All The World Beside; Home, The Spot Of Earth Supremely Blest, A Dearer, Sweeter Spot Than All The Rest.