who has not experienced, at some time or other, that words had all the relief of tears?

Nothing but love can answer to love; no affection, no kindness, no care, can supply its place: it is its own sweet want.

The fearless make their own way.

And this is woman's fate: all her affections are called into life by winning flatteries, and then thrown back upon themselves to perish; and her heart, her trusting heart, filled with weak tenderness, is left to bleed or break!

Restraint is the golden rule of enjoyment.

The heart's hushed secret in the soft dark eye.

Confidence is its own security.