Oh! write, write. Finish it at once. Let there be an end of this suspense. Fix, commit, condemn yourself.

And if I had not a letter to write myself, I might sit by you and admire the evenness of your writing, as another young lady once did. But I have an aunt too, who must not be longer neglected.

I go too long without picking up a good book, I feel like I've done nothing useful with my life.

Here and there, human nature may be great in times of trial, but generally speaking it is its weakness and not its strength that appears in a sick chamber; it is selfishness and impatience rather than generosity and fortitude, that one hears of. There is so little real friendship in the world! – and unfortunately' (speaking low and tremulously) 'there are so many who forget to think seriously till it is almost too late.

I am no indiscriminate novel reader. The mere trash of the common circulating library I hold in the highest contempt.

The last few hours were certainly very painful," replied Anne: "but when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure. One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering-

I cannot comprehend the neglect of a family library in such days as these." - Mr. Darcy