The affection of young ladies is of as rapid growth as Jack's beanstalk, and reaches up to the sky in a night.

Titles are abolished; and the American Republic swarms with men claiming and bearing them.

Come children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.

If thou hast never been a fool, be sure thou wilt never be a wise man.

The ladies--Heaven bless them!--are, as a general rule, coquettes from babyhood upwards.

The little cares, fears, tears, timid misgivings, sleepless fancies of I don't know how many days and nights, were forgotten under one moment's influence of that familiar, irresistible smile.

Young ladies may have been crossed in love, and have had their sufferings, their frantic moments of grief and tears, their wakeful nights, and so forth; but it is only in very sentimental novels that people occupy themselves perpetually with that passion, and I believe what are called broken hearts are a very rare article indeed.