If a man's character is to be abused, say what you will, there's nobody like a relative to do the business.

Since the days of Adam, there has been hardly a mischief done in this world but a woman has been at the bottom of it.

We who have lived before railways were made belong to another world. It was only yesterday, but what a gulf between now and then! Then was the old world. Stage-coaches, more or less swift, riding-horses, pack-horses, highwaymen, knights in armor, Norman invaders, Roman legions, Druids, Ancient Britons painted blue, and so forth -- all these belong to the old period. But your railroad starts the new era, and we of a certain age belong to the new time and the old one. We who lived before railways, and survive out of the ancient world, are like Father Noah and his family out of the Ark.

Charming Alnaschar visions! it is the happy privilege of youth to construct you.

Sure, occasion is the father of most that is good in us.

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.

In the midst of friends, home, and kind parents, she was alone.