We Are Ourselves Our Happiness.

Alas! The Praise Given To The Ear Ne'er Was Nor Ne'er Can Be Sincere.

There Is No Denying That There Are 'royal Roads' Through Existence For The Upper Classes; For Them, At Least, The Highways Are Macadamized, Swept, And Watered.

Toil Is The Portion Of Day, As Sleep Is That Of Night; But If There Be One Hour Of The Twenty-four Which Has The Life Of Day Without Its Labor, And The Rest Of Night Without Its Slumber, It Is The Lovely And Languid Hour Of Twilight.

My Heart Is Its Own Grave!

Sight-seeing Gratifies Us In Different Ways. First, There Is The Pleasure Of Novelty; Secondly, Either That Of Admiration Or Fault-finding - The Latter A Very Animated Enjoyment.