Whatever Bears Affinity To Cunning Is Despicable.

Far Be It From Me, My Dear Sister, To Depreciate Such Pleasures. They Would Doubtless Be Congenial With The Generality Of Female Minds. But I Confess They Would Have No Charms For Me. I Should Infinitely Prefer A Book.

To Sit In The Shade On A Fine Day And Look Upon Verdure Is The Most Perfect Refreshment.

Those Who Have Not More Must Be Satisfied With What They Have.

She Is Loveliness Itself.

Now They Were As Strangers; Nay Worse Than Strangers, For They Could Never Become Acquainted.