Harris said, however, that the river would suit him to a "T." I don't know what a "T" is (except a sixpenny one, which includes bread-and- butter and cake AD LIB., and is cheap at the price, if you haven't had any dinner). It seems to suit everybody, however, which is greatly to its credit.

I don't know why it should be, I am sure; but the sight of another man asleep in bed when I am up, maddens me.

We like, we cherish, we are very, very fond of—but we never love again.

I saw a great Newfoundland dog the other day sitting in front of a mirror at the entrance to a shop in Regent's Circus, and examining himself with an amount of smug satisfaction that I have never seen equaled elsewhere outside a vestry meeting.

But who wants to be foretold the weather? It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand.

We shall never be content until each man makes his own weather and keeps it to himself.

Life is a thing to be lived, not spent; to be faced, not ordered. Life is not a game of chess, the victory to the most knowing; it is a game of cards, one's hand by skill to be made the best of.