The mellow autumn came, and with it came The promised party, to enjoy its sweets. The corn is cut, the manor full of game; The pointer ranges, and the sportsman beats In russet jacket;--lynx-like is his aim; Full grows his bag, and wonderful his feats. An, nutbrown partridges! An, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

Good but rarely came from good advice.

Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.

I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.

It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.