Let Us Have The Luxury Of Silence.

Another Stupid Party . . . With Six People To Look On, And Talk Nonsense To Each Other.

Pray, Pray Be Composed, And Do Not Betray What You Feel To Every Body Present

I Am All Astonishment.

Heaven Forbid! -- That Would Be The Greatest Misfortune Of All! -- To Find A Man Agreeable Whom One Is Determined To Hate! -- Do Not Wish Me Such An Evil.

On Every Formal Visit A Child Ought To Be Of The Party, By Way Of Provisions For Discourse.