When Marriage Is What It Ought To

An Actor's Life Is The Shadow Of A Cloud, The Echo Of A Sound, The Memory Of A Dream, Nothing Come Of Nothing. The Finest Actor Does Not Create, He Is But A Translator Of Another Man's Work.

In The North We Could Not Hope To Keep The Worst And Poorest Servant For A Single Day In The Wretched Discomfort In Which Our Negro Servants Are Forced Habitually To Live.

They Frequently Find The Truth Who Do Not Seek It, They Who Do, Frequently Lose It.

I Have Been Taking My Daily Walk Round The Island, And Visited The Sugar Mill And The Threshing Mill Again.

A Great Number Of The Women Are Victims To Falling Of The Womb And Weakness In The Spine; But These Are Necessary Results Of Their Laborious Existence, And Do Not Belong Either To Climate Or Constitution.