Such A Letter Was Not To Be

If This Man Had Not Twelve Thousand A Year, He Would Be A Very Stupid Fellow.

Emma Woodhouse, Handsome, Clever, And Rich, With A Comfortable Home And Happy Disposition, Seemed To Unite Some Of The Best Blessings Of Existence; And Had Lived Nearly Twenty-one Years In The World With Very Little To Distress Or Vex Her.

A Man Who Has Nothing To Do With His Own Time Has No Conscience In His Intrusion On That Of Others.

Beware How You Give Your Heart.

It Is Wonderful, For Almost All His Actions May Be Traced To Pride;-and Pride Has Often Been His Best Friend.