Whatever Evil Befalls Us, We Ought To

Beauty Too Often Sacrifices To Fashion.

A Pleasure So Exquisite As Almost To Amount To Pain.

Affection, Like Melancholy, Magnifies Trifles.

Those Who Have Lost An Infant Are Never, In A Way, Without An Infant.

We Must Regard All Matter As An Intrusted Secret Which We Believe The Person Concerned Would Wish To Be Considered As Such. Nay, Further Still, We Must Consider All Circumstances As Secrets Intrusted Which Would Bring Scandal Upon Another If Told.