We must consider what Miss. Fairfax quits, before we condemn her taste for what she goes to.

The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love.

This sweetest and best of all creatures, faultless in spite of all her faults.

Her heart did whisper that he had done it for her.

A Mr. (save, perhaps, some half dozen in the nation,) always needs a note of explanation.

Walter Scott has no business to write novels, especially good ones. He has fame and profit enough as a poet, and should not be taking the bread out of other people's mouths.

To take a dislike to a young man, only because he appeared to be of a different disposition from himself, was unworthy the real liberality of mind