Time, Time Will Heal The Wound.

Elinor Could Sit Still No Longer. She Almost Ran Out Of The Room, And As Soon As The Door Was Closed, Burst Into Tears Of Joy, Which At First She Thought Would Never Cease.

Till This Moment I Never Knew Myself.

Too Many Cooks Spoil The Broth

There Is Something In The Eloquence Of The Pulpit, When It Is Really Eloquence, Which Is Entitled To The Highest Praise And Honour. The Preacher Who Can Touch And Affect Such An Heterogeneous Mass Of Hearers, On Subjects Limited, And Long Worn Thread-bare In All Common Hands; Who Can Say Any Thing New Or Striking, Any Thing That Rouses The Attention, Without Offending The Taste, Or Wearing Out The Feelings Of His Hearers, Is A Man Whom One Could Not (in His Public Capacity) Honour Enough.

She Was Oppressed, She Was Overcome By Her Own Felicity; And Happily Disposed As Is The Human Mind To Be Easily Familiarized With Any Change For The Better, It Required Several Hours To Give Sedateness To Her Spirits, Or Any Degree Of Tranquillity To Her Heart.