No Woman Allows Her Lover To Descend

Now Literary Success Can Only Be Won In Solitude By Persevering Labor.

The Parisan, Sauntering The Streets Idly, Is As Often A Man In Despair As A Lounger.

One Day, About The Middle Of July 1838, One Of The Carriages, Lately Introduced To Paris Cabstands, And Known As Milords, Was Driving Down The Rue De L'universite, Conveying A Stout Man Of Middle Height In The Uniform Of A Captain Of The National Guard.

Women Are Ever The Dupes Or The Victims Of Their Extreme Sensitiveness.

A Woman, Even A Prude, Is Not Long At A Loss, However Dire Her Plight. She Would Seen Always To Have In Hand The Fig Leaf Our Mother Eve Bequeathed To Her.