The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.

If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.

I have a notion that gamblers are as happy as most people - being always excited.

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

Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear-- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield.

Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.

But stories somehow lengthen when begun.