When Of A Gossiping Circle It Was

To Smile At The Jest Which Plants A Thorn In Another's Breast Is To Become A Principal In The Mischief.

Through All The Drama - Whether Damned Or Not - Love Gilds The Scene, And Women Guide The Plot.

Nay, But Jack, Such Eyes! Such Eyes! So Innocently Wild! So Bashfully Irresolute! Not A Glance But Speaks And Kindles Some Thought Of Love! Then, Jack, Her Cheeks! Her Cheeks, Jack! So Deeply Blushing At The Insinuations Of Her Tell-tale Eyes! Then, Jack, Her Lips! O, Jack, Lips Smiling At Their Own Discretion! And, If Not Smiling, More Sweetly Pouting - More Lovely In Sullenness! Then, Jack, Her Neck! O, Jack, Jack!

Humanity Is Composed But Of Two Categories, The Invalids And The Nurses

Here Is The Whole Set! A Character Dead At Every Word.