Perfect Happiness, Even In Memory, Is Not

Nobody Is Healthy In London, Nobody Can Be.

A Mr. (save, Perhaps, Some Half Dozen In The Nation,) Always Needs A Note Of Explanation.

A Lady, Without A Family, Was The Very Best Preserver Of Furniture In The World.

General Benevolence, But Not General Friendship, Made A Man What He Ought To Be.

I Have Now Attained The True Art Of Letter-writing, Which We Are Always Told, Is To Express On Paper Exactly What One Would Say To The Same Person By Word Of Mouth.