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For The Wise Old Man Was Universally Beloved, And Ministered So Beautifully To His Flock That Many Of Them Thanked Him All Their Lives For The Help Given To Both Hearts And Souls.

Every House Needs A Grandmother In It.

Where I Wholly Love I Wholly Trust.

Self-pity In Its Early Stages Is As Snug As A Feather Mattress. Only When It Hardens Does It Become Uncomfortable.

I Mean That It Is More Natural For Me To Be Wicked Than Virtuous, When I Do A Bad Act, And I've Done Many, I Never Feel Wither Shame, Remorse Or Fear, I Sometimes Wish It Was Not Necessary As I Don't Like The Trouble, But As For Any Moral Sense Of Principle, I Haven't A Particle. Many People Are Like Me As Actions Prove, But They Are Not So Frank In Owning It And Insist On Keeping Up The Humbug Of Virtue.