Such Is The Effect Of True Politeness,

I Have This Very Moment Finished Reading A Novel Called The Vicar Of Wakefield [by Oliver Goldsmith].... It Appears To Me, To Be Impossible Any Person Could Read This Book Through With A Dry Eye And Yet, I Don't Much Like It.... There Is But Very Little Story, The Plot Is Thin, The Incidents Very Rare, The Sentiments Uncommon, The Vicar Is Contented, Humble, Pious, Virtuous--but Upon The Whole The Book Has Not At All Satisfied My Expectations.

The Mind Is But Too Naturally Prone To Pleasure, But Too Easily Yielded To Dissipation

Imagination Took The Reins, And Reason, Slow-paced, Though Sure-footed, Was Unequal To A Race With So Eccentric And Flighty A Companion.

But If The Young Are Never Tired Of Erring In Conduct, Neither Are The Older In Erring Of Judgment.

The Right Line Of Conduct Is The Same For Both Sexes, Though The Manner In Which It Is Pursued, May Somewhat Vary, And Be Accommodated To The Strength Or Weakness Of The Different Travelers.