…she Felt Depressed Beyond Any Thing She

A Natural Sequel Of An Unnatural Beginning.

I Am Sorry To Tell You That I Am Getting Very Extravagant And Spending All My Money: And What Is Worse For You, I Have Been Spending Yours Too.

Let Other Pens Dwell On Guilt And Misery.

Upon The Whole, Therefore, She Found What Had Been Sometimes Found Before, That An Event To Which She Had Looked Forward With Impatient Desire, Did Not, In Taking Place, Bring All The Satisfaction She Had Promised Herself.

Pity Is For This Life, Pity Is The Worm Inside The Meat, Pity Is The Meat, Pity Is The Shaking Pencil, Pity Is The Shaking Voice-- Not Enough Money, Not Enough Love--pity For All Of Us--it Is Our Grace, Walking Down The Ramp Or On The Moving Sidewalk, Sitting In A Chair, Reading The Paper, Pity, Turning A Leaf To The Light, Arranging A Thorn.