Of late years an abundant shower of curates has fallen upon the North of England.

I envy you your peace of mind, your clean conscience, your unpolluted memory. Little girl, a memory without blot of contamination must be an exquisite treasure-an inexhaustible source of pure refreshment: is it not?

Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced -- true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering in a day.

Propensities and principles must be reconciled by some means.

I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.

To see and know the worst is to take from Fear her main advantage.

Some of the best people that ever lived have been as destitute as I am; and if you are a Christian, you ought not to consider poverty a crime.