She 'll darn his stockings and keep his accounts, and sit at home and trim the lamp and keep up the fire while he studies the Beautiful in pretty neighbors at dinner-parties.

The two ladies are evidently very happy, and, to do them justice, very humbly grateful to you.

Mrs.Hudson never speaks of you without tears in her eyes, and I am sure she considers you a specially patented agent of Providence.

Verily, it 's a good thing for a woman to be in love: Miss Garland has grown almost pretty.

I met her the other night at a tea-party; she had a white rose in her hair, and sang a sentimental ballad in a fine contralto voice." Miss Garland's letter was so much shorter that we may give it entire:-- My dear Sir,--Mrs.Hudson, as I suppose you know, has been for some time unable to use her eyes.