Returning to town in the stage-coach, which was filled with Mr. Gilman's guests, we stopped for a minute or two at Kentish Town. A woman asked the coachman, "Are you full inside?" Upon which Lamb put his head through the window and said, "I am quite full inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Gilman's did the business for me."

Man is a gaming animal.

When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power.

My only books Were woman's looks,- And folly 's all they 've taught me.

To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness.

How sickness enlarges the dimensions of a man's self to himself! Supreme selfishness is inculcated upon him as his only duty.

You look wise, pray correct that error.