My style of writing is very diffrent from yours.

This is an evening of wonders, indeed!

she thought it was the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoyed it completely; and that the strong feelings which alone could estimate it truly, were the very feelings which ought to taste it but sparingly.

He was the proudest, most disagreeable man in the world, and every body hoped that he would never come there again.

It's such a happiness when good people get together.

There is a monsterous deal of stupid quizzing, & common-place nonsense talked, but scarcely any wit.

Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery.