His modest love could not show in public by any outward signs, except the eyes (with which the poor fellow ogled and gazed violently to be sure), but it was dumb in the presence of third parties; and so much the better, for of all the talk which takes place in this world, that of love-makers is surely, to the uninitiated, the most silly.

It is the vocabulary without the key; it is the lamp without the flame.

Let the respected reader look or think over some old love-letters that he (or she) has had and forgotten, and try them over again.

How blank and meaningless they seem! What glamour of infatuation was it which made that nonsense beautiful?
One wonders that such puling and trash could ever have made one happy.

And yet there were dates when you kissed those silly letters with rapture--lived upon six absurd lines for a week, and until the reactionary period came, when you were restless and miserable until you got a fresh supply of folly.
That is why we decline to publish any of the letters and verses which Mr.Pen wrote at this period of his life, out of mere regard for the young fellow's character.