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.

A mother would have been always present. A mother would have been a constant friend; her influence would have been beyond all other.

But if I were you, I would stand by the nephew. He has more to give.

The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it.

I have had to contend against the unkindness of his sister, and the insolence of his mother; and have suffered the punishment of an attachment, without enjoying its advantages.

She was convinced that she could have been happy with him, when it was no longer likely they should meet.

Pray, pray be composed, and do not betray what you feel to every body present