I dare not so honor my mere wishes and prayers as to put them for a moment beside your noble acts; but this know, I would rather submit to the worst of deaths, so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tortured on the pretence of sparing me a twinge or two.

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: See all, nor be afraid!

"With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart" once more! Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare he!

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

Silence 'tis awe decrees.

Are there not, dear Michael, Two points in the adventure of the diver,- One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; One, when a prince he rises with his pearl? Festus, I plunge.