It Sometimes Happens That A Woman Is

Such Squeamish Youths As Cannot Bear To Be Connected With A Little Absurdity Are Not Worth A Regret.

This Was A Lucky Recollection -- It Saved Her From Something Like Regret.

But Are They All Horrid, Are You Sure They Are All Horrid? [referring To Gothic Novels, Fashionable In England At The Beginning Of The 19th Century, But Frowned Upon In Polite Society.]

But There Was Happiness Elsewhere Which No Description Can Reach.

What Praise Is More Valuable Than The Praise Of An Intelligent Servant?