We will not anticipate the past; so mind, young people,-our retrospection will be all to the future.

Sheer necessity,-the proper parent of an art so nearly allied to invention.

Steal! to be sure they may; and, egad, serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children,-disfigure them to make 'em pass for their own.

There is no trusting appearances.

Here, my dear Lucy, hide these books. Quick, quick! Fling "Peregrine Pickle" under the toilette -throw "Roderick Random" into the closet -put "The Innocent Adultery" into "The Whole Duty of Man"; thrust "Lord Aimworth" under the sofa! cram "Ovid" behind the bolster; there -put "The Man of Feeling" into your pocket. Now for them.

Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.

Easy writing's curst hard reading.