It takes a load off my mind.
By the way, here's a lot of my photographs.

Would you like one to remember your professor by ?" "Very much, Oscar." "Then take your choice.

They don't do justice to my beauty, which is of a stunning description, as you are aware, nor do they convey an idea of the lofty intellect which sits enthroned behind my classic brow; but such as they are, you are welcome to one." "Any one would think, to hear you, that you had no end of self-conceit, Oscar," said Harry, laughing.
"How do you know that I haven't?
Most people think they are beautiful.

A photographer told my sister that he was once visited by a frightfully homely man from the the country, who wanted his 'picter took.' When the result was placed before him, he seemed dissatisfied.

'Don't you think it like ?' said the artist.--'Well, ye-es,' he answered slowly, 'but it hasn't got my sweet expression about the mouth!'" "Very good," said Harry, laughing; "that's what's the matter with your picture." "Precisely.