When Of A Gossiping Circle It Was

A Progeny Of Learning.

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!

The Throne We Honour Is The People's Choice.

There Needs No Small Degree Of Address To Gain The Reputation Of Benevolence Without Incurring The Expense.

A Man May Surely Be Allowed To Take A Glass Of Wine By His Own Fireside.