And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.

Let the attempt be made, at whatever risk.

Life, within doors, has few pleasanter prospects than a neatly-arranged and well-provisioned breakfast-table.

The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb.

Life is made up of marble and mud.

Pleasant is a rainy winter's day, within doors! The best study for such a day, or the best amusement,—call it which you will,—is a book of travels, describing scenes the most unlike that sombre one

As the moral gloom of the world overpowers all systematic gaiety, even so was their home of wild mirth made desolate amid the sad forest.