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

Almost all women have hearts full of pity.

People hate as they love, unreasonably.

Despair is perfectly compatible with a good dinner, I promise you.

We pass by common objects or persons without noticing them; but the keen eye detects and notes types everywhere and among all classes.

Who feels injustice, who shrinks before a slight, who has a sense of wrong so acute, and so glowing a gratitude for kindness, as a generous boy?

He first selected the smallest one...and then bowed his head as though he were saying grace. Opening his mouth very wide, he struggled for a moment, after which all was over. I shall never forget the comic look of despair he cast upon the other five over-occupied shells. I asked him how he felt. 'Profoundly grateful,' he said, 'as if I had swallowed a small baby.'