The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away.

I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.

But there's this one difference: one is gold put to the use of paving-stones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver. Mine has nothing valuable about it; yet I shall have the merit of making it go as far as such poor stuff can go. His had first-rate qualities, and they are lost, rendered worst than unavailing.

Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.