Women Love To Be Called Cruel, Even

The Wife Of A Self-admirer Must Expect A Very Cold And Negligent Husband.

A Feeling Heart Is A Blessing That No One, Who Has It, Would Be Without; And It Is A Moral Security Of Innocence; Since The Heart That Is Able To Partake Of The Distress Of Another, Cannot Wilfully Give It.

The Seeds Of Death Are Sown In Us When We Begin To Live, And Grow Up Till, Like Rampant Weeds, They Choak The Tender Flower Of Life.

The Nature Of Familiar Letters, Written, As It Were, To The Moment, While The Heart Is Agitated By Hopes And Fears, On Events Undecided, Must Plead An Excuse For The Bulk Of A Collection Of This Kind. Mere Facts And Characters Might Be Comprised In A Much Smaller Compass: But, Would They Be Equally Interesting?

Tis A Barbarous Temper, And A Sign Of A Very Ill Nature, To Take Delight In Shocking Any One: And, On The Contrary, It Is The Mark Of An Amiable And A Beneficent Temper, To Say All The Kind Things One Can, Without Flattery Or Playing The Hypocrite,--and What Never Fails Of Procuring The Love And Esteem Of Every One; Which, Next To Doing Good To A Deserving Object Who Wants It, Is One Of The Greatest Pleasures Of This Life.