It was, perhaps, one of those cases in which advice is good or bad only as the event decides.

How can you contrive to write so even?

The world may know my words, but it has no such privileges with my heart

I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible.

Sitting with her on Sunday evening - a wet Sunday evening - the very time of all others when if a friend is at hand the heart must be opened, and every thing told.

With men he can be rational and unaffected, but when he has ladies to please, every feature works.

There are few people whom I really love and still fewer of whom I think well.