Thanks to this precaution of hers, the train crossed the bridge in perfect safety.
PG EDITORS BOOKMARKS: All luckiest or the unluckiest, the healthiest or the sickest All the loveliness that exists outside of you, dearest is little Amusing world, if you do not refuse to be amused At heart every man is a smuggler Beautiful with the radiance of loving and being loved Bewildering labyrinth of error Biggest place is always the kindest as well as the cruelest Brown-stone fronts Civilly protested and consented Coldly and inaccessibly vigilant Collective silence which passes for sociality Deadly summer day Dinner unites the idea of pleasure and duty Dog that had plainly made up his mind to go mad Evil which will not let a man forgive his victim Feeblest-minded are sure to lead the talk Feeling of contempt for his unambitious destination Feeling rather ashamed,--for he had laughed too Glad; which considering, they ceased to be Guilty rapture of a deliberate dereliction Happiness built upon and hedged about with misery Happiness is so unreasonable Headache darkens the universe while it lasts Heart that forgives but does not forget Helplessness accounts for many heroic facts in the world Helplessness begets a sense of irresponsibility I supposed I had the pleasure of my wife's acquaintance I want to be sorry upon the easiest possible terms I'm not afraid--I'm awfully demoralized Indulge safely in the pleasures of autobiography It 's the same as a promise, your not saying you wouldn't It had come as all such calamities come, from nothing Jesting mood in the face of all embarrassments Long life of holidays which is happy marriage Married the whole mystifying world of womankind Muddy draught which impudently affected to be coffee Never could have an emotion without desiring to analyze it Nothing so apt to end in mutual dislike,--except gratitude Nothing so sad to her as a bride, unless it's a young mother Oblivion of sleep Only so much clothing as the law compelled Parkman Patronizing spirit of travellers in a foreign country Rejoice in everything that I haven't done Seemed the last phase of a world presently to be destroyed Self-sufficiency, without its vulgarity So hard to give up doing anything we have meant to do So old a world and groping still The knowledge of your helplessness in any circumstances There is little proportion about either pain or pleasure They can only do harm by an expression of sympathy Tragical character of heat Used to having his decisions reached without his knowledge Vexed by a sense of his own pitifulness Voice of the common imbecility and incoherence Weariness of buying Willingness to find poetry in things around them ***** A HAZARD OF NEW FORTUNES By William Dean Howells BIBLIOGRAPHICAL The following story was the first fruit of my New York life when I began to live it after my quarter of a century in Cambridge and Boston, ending in 1889; and I used my own transition to the commercial metropolis in framing the experience which was wholly that of my supposititious literary adventurer.

He was a character whom, with his wife, I have employed in some six or eight other stories, and whom I made as much the hero and heroine of 'Their Wedding Journey' as the slight fable would bear.

In venturing out of my adoptive New England, where I had found myself at home with many imaginary friends, I found it natural to ask the company of these familiar acquaintances, but their company was not to be had at once for the asking.

When I began speaking of them as Basil and Isabel, in the fashion of 'Their Wedding Journey,' they would not respond with the effect of early middle age which I desired in them.
They remained wilfully, not to say woodenly, the young bridal pair of that romance, without the promise of novel functioning.

It was not till I tried addressing them as March and Mrs.March that they stirred under my hand with fresh impulse, and set about the work assigned them as people in something more than their second youth.
The scene into which I had invited them to figure filled the largest canvas I had yet allowed myself; and, though 'A Hazard of New Fortunes was not the first story I had written with the printer at my heels, it was the first which took its own time to prescribe its own dimensions.