One Has Not Great Hopes From Birmingham.

One Man's Style Must Not Be The Rule Of Another's.

Facts Or Opinions Which Are To Pass Through The Hands Of So Many, To Be Misconceived By Folly In One, And Ignorance In Another, Can Hardly Have Much Truth Left.

My Object Then," Replied Darcy, "was To Show You, By Every Civility In My Power, That I Was Not So Mean As To Resent The Past; And I Hoped To Obtain Your Forgiveness, To Lessen Your Ill Opinion, By Letting You See That Your Reproofs Had Been Attended To. How Soon Any Other Wishes Introduced Themselves I Can Hardly Tell, But I Believe In About Half An Hour After I Had Seen You.

All The World Is Good And Agreeable In Your Eyes.

I Have Faults Enough, But They Are Not, I Hope, Of Understanding. My Temper I Dare Not Vouch For. It Is, I Believe, Too Little Yielding— Certainly Too Little For The Convenience Of The World. I Cannot Forget The Follies And Vices Of Other So Soon As I Ought, Nor Their Offenses Against Myself. My Feelings Are Not Puffed About With Every Attempt To Move Them. My Temper Would Perhaps Be Called Resentful. My Good Opinion Once Lost, Is Lost Forever.