I shall be thirty-one next birthday. My youth is gone like a dream; and very little use have I ever made of it. What have I done these last thirty years? Precious little.

Reader, I literally married him.

Say whatever your memory suggests is true; but add nothing and exaggerate nothing.

But life is a battle: may we all be enabled to fight it well!

Oh, I am not going to die, am I? He will not separate us, we have been so happy.

We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us; and it is in the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence.

Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.