How wonderful, how very wonderful the operations of time, and the changes of the human mind!

She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! Alas! She must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.

She tried to be calm, and leave things to take their course; and tried to dwell much on this argument of rational dependence – “Surely, if there be constant attachment on each side, our hearts must understand each other ere long. We are not boy and girl, to be captiously irritable, misled by every moment’s inadvertence, and wantonly playing with our own happiness.” And yet, a few minutes afterwards, she felt as if their being in company with each other, under their present circumstances, could only be exposing them to inadvertencies and misconstructions of the most mischievous kind.

She had nothing to do but to forgive herself and be happier than ever.

Now I must give one smirk and then we may be rational again

There is something in the eloquence of the pulpit, when it is really eloquence, which is entitled to the highest praise and honour. The preacher who can touch and affect such an heterogeneous mass of hearers, on subjects limited, and long worn thread-bare in all common hands; who can say any thing new or striking, any thing that rouses the attention, without offending the taste, or wearing out the feelings of his hearers, is a man whom one could not (in his public capacity) honour enough.

If a woman is partial to a man, and does not endeavour to conceal it, he must find it out." -Elizabeth