Much depends upon when and where you read a book. In the five or six impatient minutes before the dinner is quite ready, who would think of taking up the Faerie Queen for a stopgap, or a volume of Bishop Andrews's Sermons?

I allow no hot-beds in the gardens of Parnassus.

There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!

A child's nature is too serious a thing to admit of its being regarded as a mere appendage to another being.

The vices of some men are magnificent.

A presentation copy, reader,-if haply you are yet innocent of such favours-is a copy of a book which does not sell, sent you by the author.

A sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature.