Ah! how sweet to waltz through life with the right partner.
And what a singular thing it is to look back on the day when we thought something like it! Never mind: there may be spheres where it is so managed--doubtless the planets have their Hanwell and Bedlam.
I confess that the hand here writing is not insensible to the effects of that first glass of champagne.

The poetry of our Countess's achievements waxes rich in manifold colours: I see her by the light of her own pleas to Providence.

I doubt almost if the hand be mine which dared to make a hero play second fiddle, and to his beloved.

I have placed a bushel over his light, certainly.

Poor boy! it was enough that he should have tailordom on his shoulders: I ought to have allowed him to conquer Nature, and so come out of his eclipse.