How often you are irresistibly drawn to a plain, unassuming woman, whose soft silvery tones render her positively attractive! In the social circle, how pleasant it is to hear a woman talk in that low key which always characterizes the true lady. In the sanctuary of home, how such a voice soothes the fretful child and cheers the weary husband!

What a place to be in is an old library! It seems as though all the souls of all the writers that have bequeathed their labours to these Bodleians were reposing here as in some dormitory, or middle state. I do not want to handle, to profane the leaves, their winding-sheets. I could as soon dislodge a shade. I seem to inhale learning, walking amid their foliage; and the odor of their old moth-scented coverings is fragrant as the first bloom of the sciential apples which grew amid the happy orchard.

Oh, the pleasure of eating my dinner alone!

Not if I know myself at all.

Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.