“it Is Not Everyone,” Said Elinor, “who

Success Supposes Endeavour.

He Listened To Her With Silent Attention, And On Her Ceasing To Speak, Rose Directly From His Seat, And After Saying In A Voice Of Emotion, 'to Your Sister I Wish All Imaginable Happiness; To Willoughby, That He May Endeavor To Deserve Her,' Took Leave, And Went Away.

What Wild Imaginations One Forms Where Dear Self Is Concerned! How Sure To Be Mistaken!

My Ideas Flow So Rapidly That I Have Not Time To Express Them──by Which Means My Letters Sometimes Convey No Ideas At All To My Correspondents.

Nobody, Who Has Not Been In The Interior Of A Family, Can Say What The Difficulties Of Any Individual Of That Family May Be.